Tonight while driving home from work I realized two things: I definitely need new tires on my car, and the state is doing an awful job plowing Route 66.
Perhaps if this week’s snowstorm had been played up as much as last week’s I would have been prepared. And perhaps the state would have been prepared too.
I remember hearing on the police scanner in the early evening hours that “westbound 66 is absolutely awful.” I figured that by 7:15, it would be all cleared up. After all, Route 66 is a major road. The worst part would surely just be getting through the lights from Main Street and up to Route 3, I told myself.
But I knew already as I pulled out of the McDonald’s parking lot that I wouldn’t have enough speed to make it all the way up the hills of Middlefield. I was lucky I had stopped for gas a few minutes earlier, because I ran out of speed right before Victory Christian Church and had to roll back down until I could turn around and head back downhill.
I waited patiently in the Agway parking lot in Middlefield, thinking a plow truck must surely come any moment. I’m sure I’ve heard an official at some point say that the state plows each of its roads at least once an hour, and if it’s bad it’s just because the plow trucks can’t keep up with the snow.
Well, I waited. And waited. And waited. It even stopped snowing while I waited, but no trucks came.
I read Merrick Alpert’s biography, then his campaign goals. Twice. I even started jotting down questions for the meeting I have with him tomorrow, but I gave up because it really wasn’t something I wanted to be doing in an abandoned parking lot. I just wanted to go home.
Hope flooded through me as I saw two orange trucks come down Route 66 and head toward Middletown. Surely, it wouldn’t be too long now until they turned around and came back up the hill. After all, plowing the hills should be a priority, right? Everyone knows how dangerous those are when they are slick and wet.
9 p.m. came and went, and there wasn’t another plow truck in sight. Finally, I started moving back and forth in the parking lot just to make sure I wouldn’t get stuck. There were probably about 5 inches on the ground where I sat, idling.
Just as I was about to give up and head back to the office – I had been avoiding this because it felt like giving up, plus, I would have never known when the coast was clear if I turned around now – I saw the blinking lights easer their way up the hill from Middletown.
I had waited over 90 minutes at this point. “The roads better be good now,” I thought as I followed the trucks, trying to gain enough speed to make it through the traffic light before it turned.
Once I got past Guida’s, I knew I’d be OK. However, the roads didn’t improve much until I got to I-84.
My ride home normally takes me 35 minutes in good conditions. Tonight, it took 3 hours. A co-worker who left around 4:30 to beat the rush-hour traffic said it took him an hour just to get from Middletown to the Meriden mall.
It snows every year – several times. Why is it always such a big surprise? And why can’t a New England state do a better job to clear the roads?