Did the sun hit your windshield at just the wrong angle? Did a patch of fog roll in from the marshes? Weather is the ultimate drama queen on I-95.
Even a tiny drizzle makes everyone tap their brakes a little slower. Combine that with sun glare, and you’ve got a recipe for a traffic magic trick: “Poof! All cars are now parked.”
And don’t get me started on rush hour. It’s like everyone agreed to play a game of musical chairs on a giant concrete slab, except there’s only one chair per lane—and you’re all pretending the chair has a purpose.
