|The Hoover Dam bypass bridge officially named the Mike O'Callaghan – Pat Tillman Memorial Bridge|
This is another in a continuing series called, "Merle Sneed and the high road not taken."
The lovely Mrs. Sneed and I attended one of those fancy new media events this weekend. Several podcasters of whom we are fans put on the event, so we went.
If you are unfamiliar with podcasting, think of it as internet radio with very specifically tailored content.
As a side activity, we decided to take a drive and check out the new bridge that our government built to bypass the Hoover Dam. Let me tell you, that is some cool bridge, especially if you have ever have the torture of driving over the Hoover Dam behind ten semi trucks and a convoy of old guys in Winnebagos.
As good a job as the Feds did in building this fine bridge, they did an equally bad job of designing the parking lot at the overlook and visitors area. Too many cars, not enough parking.
We were greeted by a line of cars waiting to get into the lot, which was full. Basically, we each waited in the hope that someone would leave, and slowly they did. When I finally spotted someone leaving, I flipped on my blinker and at the moment the spaced cleared, I hesitated and it was lost to an interloper.
I moved up and lo and behold another car starting backing out, so again with the blinker. Just as I began to turn in the space, an old man careened around the corner, and in Kamikaze fashion, intent of making me stop under the threat of ramming.
This is not the usual Merle Wayne hyperbole. The guy was either going to get the spot away from me or cause a collision trying.
Since I was driving a rental car, continuing on a collision course was out of the question. So, I opted for the next best choice, hit the brakes, followed by yelling, honking and digital gesturing.
His response, removing any possibility of his innocence, was to say, "I'm sorry for your inconvenience, but I have been waiting a hell of a lot longer than you for a spot." How he calculates our respective wait times remains a mystery.
My response, was to say, "My inconvenience is that you are a rude old bastard."
That showed him.
Otherwise, the view of Lake Mead is quite lovely from the top of the bridge.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky