“Although my drive was less than fast, it was full
of excitement. At one point, the man in the car next to me jumped out of
his vehicle and made a pit stop in the nearby bushes.
I saw a group of mothers blocking the 400 south exit onto Holcomb
Bridge in order to help their children's school bus get through the
intersection and into the parking lot to unload the kids.
encounter, there were plenty of curse words, middle fingers, and horns,
but the mothers fearlessly stood in front of traffic to hasten the
retrieval of their children.
"It looked dangerous but was fueled by motherly love. I was just glad to have a couple lanes between me and the raucous scene."
the course of 12 hours, I saw countless cars stuck on ice, abandoned
and crashed after sliding off the road. After 72.5 miles and almost
getting stuck 50 feet from the house, I finally arrived safely home at 3
a.m. I might have missed my birthday, but my wife greeted me with a
kiss and a glass of wine, and we toasted my birthday adventure.”
are more tales from this week’s storm that dumped three inches of snow
on metro Atlanta, iced roads, canceled nearly 800 flights, caused
roughly 1,200 accidents, injured at least 130 people, killed two,
wrecked countless commutes and stranded thousands in local schools and
"On Camp Creek Parkway, there were enormous amounts of
traffic, but I couldn't turn around to go another way. The traffic was
at a standstill. I said to myself, Where are all of these people coming
and going? It’s only 2:45 p.m. Little did I know my 15-minute drive home
was going to turn into a four-hour nightmare.
traffic was “moving” at 5 mph, with large 18-wheelers turned over and
others' cars in ditches; needless to say, it was cluster of accidents. I
wasn't driving in the snow. I was driving on ice. Three hours later, I
was two miles from home. At the intersection of Camp Creek Parkway and
Campbellton Road, cars were piled up on top of cars.