This weekend Kish and I drove on the worst freeway in America — the stretch of I-75 between Findlay and Toledo. It’s been under construction for years, and seems to be no closer to completion than it was when the work started. I think the first orange cone may have been placed shortly after Washington crossed the Delaware.
Driving it sucks so bad that it moved me to compose this bit of doggerel (with apologies to Sgt. Barry Sadler’s Ballad Of The Green Berets):
The Ballad Of I-75
Today I drove, and hated it
My car was fine, but the highway bit
It’s the worst freeway you can drive
That awful stretch of I-75.
It starts in Findlay, like a funnel
Cars and trucks, in a high-speed tunnel
I’m just hoping I survive
That awful stretch of I-75.
Orange cones here, orange cones there
Orange signs too — they’re everywhere
I’ll see orange ’till I arrive
After that stretch of I-75.
The work began ages ago
When it first started, I do not know
No one who does is still alive
Yet work goes on, on I-75.
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