Ah, the joys of the National Capitol region

There's a really good reason why I practically never drive into D.C. Contrary to what you might have heard on the news, the worst gridlock in the Nation's Capitol isn't actually in the Capitol, but on the streets just outside. I, at least, was granted a brief glimpse of that which was clogging up my route last night - a motorcade. Whee. Shiny black Escalades, marked police cars, sirens blaring, lights flashing. Several streets cut off, so that those of us who would have possibly chosen another route had no escape. *sigh*

And I found myself wondering who it was who was in the middle of the chaos. Or not. Frankly, if I were going to get said person where they had to go, I'd stick them in a Prius or a Civic (both incredibly common around here, because the streets are narrow and congested, and you spend a lot of time waiting for a break in traffic.) with tinted windows.

But what do I know? If I'd been smart, I'd have found a way to take the train.