|You ain't goin' nowhere|
The water cooler conversation on Monday morning in our office was like the day after the Loma Prieta earthquake. Where were you when the traffic hit? It took you how long to get there?
My stories were pretty standard. I drove from Montara to Pacifica at 9:45 p.m. on Saturday to go grocery shopping and traffic was still stopped into the tunnel. Thirty minutes to go 4 miles. I came into work on Sunday night at 8:30 p.m. and had to ditch my truck 3 blocks from the office because downtown was gridlocked. When I left after 10 p.m., you could still walk across the roofs of the cars lined up on Main Street.
Was this just a perfect storm — the last weekend before school starts and triple-digit temperatures inland? Or is it something else? Increase in population? Maybe more attention from Bay Area media? Has the tunnel prompted visitors to make the journey?
As Coastsiders, we are no strangers to traffic, but these anomalies seem now to be commonplace. More roads or wider roads is not the answer, and I pray the Powers That Be do not succumb to pressure to lay down more pavement. What we need is fog — some good, oldfashioned, pea-soup, can’t-see-across-the-street fog. Come on, Mother Nature,throw us a bone. We’re all sunburned anyway.