Ah, the thrilling morning adventure of Interstate 24 from Clarksville to Nashville. It’s not just a commute; it’s a survival game where only the strong—or the caffeinated—make it out unscathed. You start your journey with optimism, your car’s fuel tank full and your coffee cup even fuller. But the moment you start to merge onto I-24, and four drivers ahead of you treat the on-ramp like a chaotic zipper lane, refusing to yield as they merge with reckless abandon the light in your hopeful eyes begin to dim.
The first rule of I-24 survival? Never, ever assume that the left lane is for passing. That’s a rookie mistake. On I-24, the left lane is for people who believe the speed limit is merely a suggestion, and a low-ball one at that. In their minds, 70 mph is clearly meant to be doubled, or at least stretched to the limits of what their 2007 Honda Civic can handle.
And then there are the “rule innovators”—those special drivers who view traffic laws as a starting point for their own creative expression. They swerve between lanes without signaling, not because they’re in a hurry, but because they’re practicing for the next season of Fast & Furious. They cut you off, only to slam on their brakes because, surprise, one car length is NOT enough room for you to squeeze your imbecilic moronic ass in front of me. I don't care if you identify as a Prius.
Thinking not so bad? Well, it's not just the traffic you have to worry about, but the very ground beneath your wheels on a paved battlefield. These aren’t just holes in the road; they’re craters—traps that could swallow your whole tire. Each pothole feels like it’s part of an elaborate plot to test the limits of your car's suspension—and your sanity. Every successful dodge is a minor victory. Hitting one of these is like getting a surprise chiropractic adjustment for both you and your vehicle. You know it’s coming, you brace for impact, and yet, it always feels like the road just sucker-punched you.
Let’s not forget the bumper-to-bumper promenade when you finally hit the infamous Nashville bottleneck. It’s like everyone collectively decides, “Let’s see how close we can get without actually touching bumpers.” It’s a game of chicken, but with vehicles, and everyone is oddly calm about it—probably because they’re all busy texting or trying to catch up on the morning’s emails. 😅
But against all odds, you finally reach your exit. You might be frazzled, and your car might be making a new noise that wasn’t there an hour ago, but you made it. You survived I-24, and that’s something to be proud of. After all, it’s not just a commute; it’s a test of endurance, patience, and your ability to dodge both bad drivers and worse roads. Congratulations, you’re now ready to face the workday—assuming you don’t need another cup of coffee to recover from the drive.
Happy Wednesday everyone! 😆
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