Locals drive like they’re in a video game. They weave through traffic with a cold confidence. You’ll see a pickup truck tailgating a minivan going 85 mph.
But here’s the secret: Everyone knows the traffic is coming. We call it “The Backup.” It’s a proper noun. You don’t hit traffic; you meet The Backup.
And please, for the love of all things holy, do not drive in the left lane unless you’re passing. You will get honked at. You will get flashed. You will become a meme in someone’s dashcam video.
Massive traffic jam after Florida sets up I-95 coronavirus checkpoint
Why We Keep Coming Back
Despite the madness, I-95 in Georgia is a celebration of freedom. It’s the road to vacations, family reunions, and questionable gas station sushi.
Think about it. You’re sharing pavement with someone hauling a jet ski, a family in a minivan with five kids, and a truck carrying live chickens. That’s entertainment.
And the scenery? It’s not boring. You’ve got moss-draped oaks, swampy marshes, and those creepy giant crosses near Brunswick. It’s like driving through a Southern gothic novel.
