Day 160: Emergency Merge

I should explain this.

On my way back to Fort Myers, I got on I-75 like I always do. There's a junction where 75 will either take you south toward Miami or north toward Naples. The left-most lanes head south and if you stay to the right you'll get to Naples, like I wanted to. Okay, well, the Naples lanes were blocked off by large construction cones, only two lanes toward Miami were open. Confused, I stayed over to the left, as countless signs showed arrows directing traffic to the left. The signs looked like this except they had arrows pointing left.

Suddenly, there was a gap in the cones. I thought maybe I could get over, but then I looked ahead and there were still arrows pointing left, so I decided to not take the chance.

Apparently, those arrows now meant "GET OVER EVEN MORE BECAUSE WE'RE MERGING THE LANES YET AGAIN." It was obviously not clear that they meant this. The cones were quickly encroaching upon my space, eating up my entire lane. I needed to get over fast. Unfortunately, there was a car directly to my left. Fortunately, they were going under the speed limit, so I sped up. Unfortunately, they sped up as well. Fortunately, I still had the option of slowing down, so I tried that. Unfortunately, the other car insisted on still being a jerk and slowed down as well. I AM NOT EVEN MAKING THIS UP. I drastically reduced my speed at that point, going about 35 or 40 miles, and managed to scoot behind the other car and make it into the left lane. Unfortunately, not all of my car was able to complete the journey with me. One of the big cones knocked my side view mirror off. Completely gone. Left a few wires though. I don't even know what those wires are for.

Where once was a mirror now only lies debris
Crushed and pummeled by the weight of thee
Stupid construction cones.

Song: "Black Fingernails, Red Wine" by Eskimo Joe. Indie rock at its sharpest, with finely tuned guitars, drums and bass all working together to create a driving rhythm and layered sound.