NEW CASTLE —
Quickly the road surface was covered, and the electric road signs were flashing messages about winter weather advisories. As our visibility decreased, our travel speed quickly diminished from a constant 80 mph to 55 or 60 mph. This was going to ruin my timeline.
As we pressed forward and exited from Route 80 onto the North East Extension of the Turnpike, our speed quickly dropped to a mere 35 or 40 mph, then down into the 20s. This was destroying my timeline. We were going to loose so much time due to the weather. Rather than arriving at around 7pm, we were quickly looking at 8pm or later as our new arrival time.
Eventually, we ended up directly behind a PennDot truck. I held our position as I followed him for several miles, letting him clear a path for us. He began to slow as we turned a bend and I could see the red glow of tail lights for miles ahead of us. We came to a complete stop.
Inside I was screaming, “NO!” This was the death of my planing and time management. We were now completely removed from our original arrival time. My plans were shot and we were sitting in the car, parked on the turnpike. A few moments went by, and I eventually put the car in park and eased the seat back. I was resigned to being in that exact spot for a very long time.
Fifteen minutes turned to an hour and eventually two. We got word from some people who had walked ahead that there had been an accident, which was reiterated by the several police vehicles and tow trucks that passed us on the shoulder.
It appeared as though everyone was OK and no one was injured, but this mishap had completely closed down portions to the Turnpike and destroyed my impeccable plan.