Scott Davis: The Long Road Back
Dec. 02, 2019
I drove back to Atlanta from Greenville late Saturday afternoon after South Carolina lost for the sixth straight time in its in-state rivalry game.
The post-Thanksgiving traffic was lethal. For nearly 150 miles, I rolled forward, tapped the brakes, rolled forward, slammed the brakes, rolled forward, came to a complete stop for reasons that never became clear. Brake lights flashed everywhere in the dusk. Cars flew by me in the right-hand lane in an effort to pass the un-passable clog, then when it became obvious there was nowhere to go, they tried to squeeze back into a left-hand lane that had no room.
This, surely, is what hell feels like: An endless interstate crawling with cars, a wind-blasted and rainy landscape, gray skies, fast food billboards. And it goes on and on and on. (VIEW ARTICLE) FREE GAMECOCKCENTRAL
Dec. 02, 2019
I drove back to Atlanta from Greenville late Saturday afternoon after South Carolina lost for the sixth straight time in its in-state rivalry game.
The post-Thanksgiving traffic was lethal. For nearly 150 miles, I rolled forward, tapped the brakes, rolled forward, slammed the brakes, rolled forward, came to a complete stop for reasons that never became clear. Brake lights flashed everywhere in the dusk. Cars flew by me in the right-hand lane in an effort to pass the un-passable clog, then when it became obvious there was nowhere to go, they tried to squeeze back into a left-hand lane that had no room.
This, surely, is what hell feels like: An endless interstate crawling with cars, a wind-blasted and rainy landscape, gray skies, fast food billboards. And it goes on and on and on. (VIEW ARTICLE) FREE GAMECOCKCENTRAL
