|Road leading off Gwynn's Island to the bridge|
Here in Mathews, there's really no such thing as traffic.
Our roads tend to be tranquil.
And for the most part our drivers are in no real hurry to get anywhere.
Unless you count the
Sure, there are busy times in the Court House, especially on Friday and Saturday mornings in the summer when locals and tourists
|Dirt lane near American Legion Hall|
But for the most part, our roads are sleepy and lazy.
|Intersection of Town Point Landing and Rte. 14|
Pretty much the only time I can recall any noteworthy traffic events was when they were putting in the sewer lines last winter, or here recently when they reconfigured Ward's Corner.
Even then, I took great joy in waving to the guys holding the Stop or Slow signs. Having to stop wasn't an inconvenience or a frustration at all. It was almost nice having something different tossed in to the otherwise routine and uneventful trips to the Court House.
I lived in Northern Virginia for 13 years, where the whole notion of traffic was originally invented. Whoever invented that traffic set down some very rigid rules, such as "The minimum time it will take to get anywhere is At Least Ten Times Longer Than Necessary x Two, Squared, Then Cubed, Or Until You Burst Into Tears, Whichever is More Painful And Takes Longer."
|Route 198, Hudgins. |
I know this guy on the tractor.
I'm very content living in a place where the most frustrating traffic inconvenience is a slow-moving tractor traveling to the right of a solid Do Not Pass No Matter How Much You Really Want To yellow line.
|Route 198 near the Ruritan Club |
The guy on the tractor lives just up the way.
Last but not least as it relates to traffic around here--I love living in a place where honking your horn is assumed to be a greeting rather than a sign of road rage.