Quote of the Day - More traffic goes past that spot than anywhere else in the country.
Driving back from LA on Friday, traffic was stopped: dead stopped. You know, the kind of stopped you just know will turn you and several thousand of your nearest friends into a 30-second segment on the 6:00 evening news. While the rest of us watching groan with an at-too-well understanding of your plight.
Traffic started to move slowly on both sides of the freeway, but not in the middle. Fortunately, I was on one of the the sides that was moving, not too far from the start of the traffic jam. Within a car length or two, I saw what was going on.
One 6x6x8 piece of lumber lay askance in the middle lane, blocking traffic. It looked like it had already been run over; a couple of chunks of lumber (the size of 2x4's) were scattered nearby.
Perhaps realizing the futility of his position, the guy driving - ok, well parked - in the middle lane immediately behind the offending tree trunk, was getting out of his car.
On the 405 freeway.
In Los Angeles.
One of the busiest freeway in the world.
As he got out of his car, his intent became clear. That tree trunk was going into the back seat so he could go forward. It became apparent that the lumber was too big for the back seat, so he finagled it forward into the passenger seat. Good thing for bucket seats.
And all without a weaving California Highway Patrol car to create a traffic stop, we all waited behind him, stopping the rest of the traffic behind us.
On our own. Cooperating. Without talking.
In the hustle and bustle of the season, we took a moment and by stopping, paid our respects to a honorable citizen doing his duty to all of us on the freeway - at great danger to himself.
Once the lumber was in the car and the back door shut, he got back in the driver's seat and drove off.
I have no idea who you were, but my thanks go out to you for reaffirming my faith in California freeway drivers.