Friday, the final Monday of the week. Be safe or be sorry

It’s Thursday, let’s get to work.

Wednesday, three more rushes to go

Tuesday morning rush hour, ready, set, go.

It’s Monday. It’s morning. It’s The Commute

Friday! The last day of commuting for the weekend!

Driving the morning away

We’re commuting! You’re darn tooting.

We’re commuting! You’re darn tooting. We’re having fun go-go-going or stop-stop-stopping and drink-drink-drinking our coffee-coffee-coffee except for those of you who insist on tea-tea-tea or Diet Coke-Diet Coke-Diet Coke and don’t even get me started on your weirdos who drink-drink-drink your caffeine-free Diet Pepsi-caffeine-free Diet Pepsi-caffeine-free Diet Pepsi. I mean, what’s that all about? No juice, no calories, no nothing except Nutrisweet. Oops, gotta go.

Yup, it’s the Commute, Charlottesville’s only traffic web blog dedicated to, um, well, justice, liberty, responsible economic corporate cannibalism and other, selected, aspects of the American Way.

The lighter side of stop and go: Traffic as haiku

It’s a still life watercolor of a now early morning rush hour and cars shine through the curtain lace and shadows wash the room ... sorry Paul.

And in the end, the rush you take is equal to the rush you make