When I was growing up, we called it the Schuylkill “Distressway.” Some people call it the “Surekill” Expressway.
Ah yes, the Schuylkill morning commute also known as Philadelphia’s longest running psychological experiment. This morning commute has it all. A 14 minute standstill because someone sneezed in the left lane, a guy eating a hoagie the size of a toddler while doing 75, three separate people trying to merge from a stop like they’re entering the Daytona 500, and that one car that somehow appears in front of you no matter what lane you’re in. You don’t drive 76…you survive it.
Meanwhile in Philly
