You're probably thinking to yourself, "it's a tunnel, stupid!". But you'd be totally right wrong. This, my friends, is my version of hell. It may be a tunnel if "tunnel" were pronounced like DEATHTRAP. It is a stretch of fear that runs UNDERNEATH a large body of water called the Chesapeake Bay. It is completely lacking in oxygen and contains 100% carbon dioxide. It is narrow and confined. Let me, for a moment, draw your attention to the narrow crevice between the large truck and the roof in the photo above in order for you to UNDERSTAND? There is no natural light. There is no escape. Did I mention it is under water? It is the Grim Reaper's playground. If there were a fiery accident or the walls gave way; you would be FECKED! If you are driving through here this is not the time to be rummaging through your purse trying to answer your phone, or applying makeup, nor is it the time to threaten your children that "you'll come back there" if they don't stop. Because sometimes there are people like me who have to visit their place of tremendous courage just to make it out alive on the other side.
*photo by Dorothy Z*
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
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As someone who lives in mountains, tunnels are a way of life here. The kids live for them. I fear you're being irrational, and I find it amusing. But I could totally see how you'd take it that way if it weren't part of your upbringing.
Tee hee! I freak a little bit every time we drive through the Lincoln or the Holland. One time our battery died in the Holland -- around dinner time on a Saturday night. Then I really freaked, but not as much as the poor bastards that were backed up for miles behind us. They actually closed the tunnel, sent in a cop to jump start us, then escorted us out. All alone in a tunnel is eerie, man.
Ew, that is a creepy tunnel. I always wonder if I could ride the train under the Channel Tunnel for 31 miles between England and France. The underwater thing bothers me. I just don't trust human ingenuity against mother nature, ya know?
I have taken the "Chunnel" from England to France twice. I held my breath and closed my eyes each time for the 20 minutes that it took to travel through it. I can't imagine actually being in control and driving a car through that type of tunnel! My knuckles might physically pop through my skin.
Dude, that tunnel looks SPACIOUS compared to the crap we have in Pittsburgh. You could practically fit a whole human on top of that truck. I'm impressed.
"If you are driving through here this is not the time to be rummaging through your purse trying to answer your phone, or applying makeup, nor is it the time to threaten your children that "you'll come back there" if they don't stop..."
Um...perhaps not the place to be taking pictures, either, eh Dorothy Z???
PS Vintage Thirty is looking mighty hawt.
Hahaha! Dorothy Z took that from the backseat. I was in the front passenger seat...in a coma.
Thank God you made it out alive.
*shiver*
I know that feeling, all too well. The tunnel between Detroit and Windsor used to freak me a bit, too; it's the under water part, the NO OXYGEN thing, that makes me hyperventilate. I love me a good tunnel through a mountain.
I'd have to be blindfolded.
I don't know what's worse - the fear of tunnels, or the fear I experience everytime we have to drive over a bridge with children in the car. If the car plunges into the water, which of the 4 non-swimmers do I save? If I can save them? Do I open the windows on our way down so we can escape before the electrical system short-circuits?
All of which explains why I always beg my husband to drive in the center lane.
Ah Hampton Roads - can't beat the area bridges and tunnels. I especially like it when someone either has an accident or runs out of gas IN the tunnel! Because tunnels aren't scarey enough for the two minutes it takes to get through them. No, sitting in the tunnel for two hours is what it truely takes to develop a phobia. brrrrr...
(and don't get me started on stupid "on-looker delays!")
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