A Day in Traffic

I'm not one for new laws. I usually hate the idea of a legal avenue to persuade common sense; but I'd really like to see a law that requires people to reduce their speed to 20 mph below the speed limit in a construction site with a lane closure. I'm tired of the apprehension I feel, when an 18 wheeler travels through the job at the legal speed limit of 75 mph.

Not Much To Write Today

I'm feeling a little malaise this evening. I'm thinking it's due to what I call sneaky heat. The temperature is right, the humidity is low, and you sweat your ass off and get a little dehydrated because the sweat dries before it soaks your underwear. The cure is rest and sweet tea.

Anyway, back to not much to write: I was thinking about how I'm reaching that "I really don't give a shit; at least half the time." age and ruminating on the "I really don't give a shit anytime" age, which is approaching.

I plan on having fun with the approaching time in my life. I'm guessing I'll get away with most of it, but sooner or later, I'm thinking a little scotch, and the police may be involved. I'll blame it on trying to recapture my lost youth....probably will get away with it....and keep on planning on how far I can push the envelope without losing a wing.

Only a few coins...

...and it was worth every penny.

Put The Lime In The Coconut - Harry Nilsson

The reason for the video is Dana. She wrote about how her subconscious mind will focus on a song, and her conscious mind will kick in to gear, and she'll find herself singing the entire song to the finish. After reading that, I realized I don't suffer the same disorder   react the same, but some songs will stick in my head until I seek substances to make them go away.

If you're easily upset by Danish lesbian porno trailers, you might not want to follow the link. If you aren't, and really like such things, you might be disappointed.

P=MV

As pointed out in a comment, the formula is for momentum. That's correct and I should have pointed out the energy is stored until there is a collision. 

That's the formula for the energy of mass when subjected to a particular velocity. It's the simple formula, since there are so many other things involved that require more advanced mathematics, different masses, different velocities, and vectors that describe the forces applied from different directions.

So, why did I post this? In the real world, where automobiles travel at speeds of over one hundred feet each second, the amount of energy released during a collision with me manifests into severed body parts, lots of blood, and sadness for those left behind.

I work behind traffic barrels that are made of plastic, can be moved by the wind, and offer no protection. When someone texts, loses concentration, or is outright psychopathic, the only protection offered is as insubstantial as a spider web.

I think about such things daily. I see people texting, tapping barrels and know every second is only one second from disaster. That's why I don't care your 15 minute drive took 25 minutes. When the cars are slowly driving past, I know I won't leave the job in a body bag.