Woke up this morning and waited 'til checkout time, then took a leisurely brunch at Denny's before pulling back onto the interstate around noon.
Ten miles on, it's stop and go and there's an ambulance running code up the shoulder.
After thirty minutes of trembling clutch leg, things loosened up and half the cars on the road immediately ran back up to 70+, tailgating and weaving between the lanes, there through the Cumberland Gap and up past Jellicoe.
How many wrecks do you need to drive past before slowing down and leaving a bit of following distance might not be a bad idea? Sure the sun's out and the road is dry... mostly. Those shiny dark spots you see on the bridges and along the shoulders might just be water, and then again they might not, sport. The exits are few and far between up there, the closest hospital's a long Life Flight away, and a lot of that stretch of 75 has a rock wall on one side of the road and a thousand feet of nothing on the other.
Anyhow, safely at my destination, and some of the color has returned to my knuckles. Now, a beer for me, and a beer for some Kraut engineers in the chassis department in Munich.