I started out watching the live broadcast of the Tour de France. Although the winner has been decided it was still exciting watching the Texan eat up today's time trial. I ate a leisurely breakfast and finally hit the highway north out of the big, evil, city. I was making good time and settling in for a nice drive up through the heart of the country when, in Southern Oklahoma, I hit solid traffic. I understand the hopeless physics of lane restrictions or road construction on long stretches of highway in the middle of nowhere.
Nobody can get through faster than the slowest car.
We jammed up and crept forward for almost two hours - going only a couple miles during that time. I'm used to city traffic but waiting in line in rural areas is especially frustrating. The worst part is that I had no idea what was wrong or how long we had to wait. I assumed that there was some construction and soon the traffic would break and off we'd go. I was mistaken.