Day Three - Torrential Downpour!
Day three of the I-90 construction started with heavy rain, which did cause some traffic along the interstate. It still did not take anyone the predicted six times the average commute time to get from the Eastside to downtown Seattle.
I'm beginning to think someone was a drama queen when they wrote the articles about the construction that appeared in the newspaper.
Although, it is a stretch to assume any construction on freeways around here would happen without some impacts.
Day Three - A.M. Commute
The 554 - Issaquah to Seattle - Traffic started just before and after Eastgate.
The traffic backup starting at Eastgate.
The rest of the commute, through the rainy window.
The I-90 bridge, with the XXX lights illuminated, telling motorists, "No, no, and NO!"
The 214 - Issaquah to Seattle - A report of some traffic in the same areas as was experienced on the 554 above.
The 252 - Kingsgate to Downtown Seattle - Very little traffic reported.
Day Three - P.M. Commute - I didn't hear of any delays going from Seattle to the Eastside. There probably weren't any.
On my commute home to Kent, I saw the following sign that let me know I-90 would be clear:
Oh look! A rainbow, extending from the I-90 on ramp down into the Metro Ryerson Base near the Stadium District.
It's all rainbows and magic on the I-90 for sure. I-5 to Tacoma might have been a different story completely. The message below is brought to you by the SoundTransit 590 to Tacoma:
Thanks so much for clarifying what we can get in trouble for. I wasn't sure if heroin dealing is a crime. Now I know. And now you know you can text the DEA directly if those pesky neighbors keep freebasing in their basement.
The Eastside buses should post pictures of unicorns and pegasuses (pegasi?) on the side of their coaches. Their semi-hybrid giant chariots.
So, what was busworthy today? I rode on a crowded Express bus in the afternoon. There was an older lady sitting next to me. She seemed clean enough. I hope she was clean, because she put her head on my shoulder and slept for a while. I didn't mind. Other regulars were laughing, and the lady was horrified she'd made herself so comfortable.
What will Buspocalypse bring us tomorrow? Meteors, huge traffic jams, and passengers chowing down on jalapeno chips? Who knows. That's the fun of taking the bus.