8/24/07 – 880 Freeway/237 Carpool Fly-over – Milpitas, CA

Concrete dinosaurs make their mark all over this great state. Spanning through the air, curving all over the place crossing over each other and casting shadows to the ground. They are fun and sometimes you even feel as if you are going to launch out into space because the angle of them. Sometimes people even do because they are so fun to go over very quickly just to get to the downward slope where you feel like you are on a racetrack. This one bothers me though, this is not your normal fly-over. This one is a damned carpool lane. I have been to a few states in my life and for some reason cannot recall if they have carpool lanes or not but I can tell you this…. the “carpool lane” is killing California. Every morning I awaken to the news and watch the “traffuck” reports only to see 6 lanes in each direction backed up bumper to bumper with a very open carpool lane sitting off to the side. Yes, California has too many cars, too many people, too high of gas prices and definately too much “traffuck” but to limit and fine people either too poor to buy the fancy new hybrids that are given carpool passes even when they do not meet the regulations that were the founding basis for carpool (2 or more adult passangers) or are too anti-social with their co-workers to actually be able to carpool is insane. Some people just want to work to survive or make a little money, not to be ridin’ shotgun with some dipshit. I work in an office alone most of the time and commute from a place a hour away from the closest co-worker who shouldn’t be coming in to the office anyways. So explain to me how I’m supposed to manage a carpool to get on these magical super freeway lanes where cars can actually go?? While I do enjoy seeing these giant mazes of concrete shooting up into the air and passing over my head… there is another thing biting my biscuit on this. They block out my satalite radio, and while it may be terrestrial radios fault for sucking so badly that I refuse to listen to their commercials and greatest mtv hot 100 bullshit jams, these assholes over head are still whizzing around California 20+ miles an hour faster than me AND making me have to listen to the outside world instead of sweet tunes by my favorite groups because their heavenly free pass super lanes are casting shadows and blocking my signal.

Take California…

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