The Iggblog

I had a surprisingly good commute to work today. Don’t get me wrong, driving in general today has sucked so it’s not like anyone has to worry about traffic in MA getting any better. But this evening’s commute was… nice? yes.. nice. I take 117 to get to 495 then the Pike to get to work. 495 and the Pike are usually pretty tame off hours. It’s 117 that usually causes headaches.

117 is an old road. unlike most roads, the “117” isn’t actually a route number, but a numerical representation of an ancient American Indian word which translates roughly into the arabic alphabet as “oneseventeen”. This word, in its native tongue, means “one lane road in which no man is permitted to overtake another man’s carriage at any time lest ye be stricken by God and have a plague cast upon their house”. In an effort to avoid insulting ancient Indian heritage, the current route 117 is a one lane road with no passing zones. It is typically crawling with police which causes the braindead idiots on it to travel at 10mph below the speed limit, since the common understanding of the law states that if you are caught actually travelling the speed limit you will be drawn, quartered, and fed to your household pets.

Today was the first time I can remember that I wasn’t behind someone. This was the high point of my day.