The next stop on my tour of the country was Atlanta. Atlanta is perhaps best known for being in Georgia, and, ummm, I think that’s about it. Peaches, maybe?? I always thought Georgia was one of those states that never gets cold – it isn’t. It was cold. Very cold. And by very cold I mean like 40 degrees. I was guessing it was going to be about 80.
As a result, I did not bring the proper attire to deal with the frigid temperatures. I also did not have the necessary clothes for scraping off my car when I returned to Syracuse and almost froze to death in the airport parking lot. It did not help that I was wearing Chuck Taylor’s and stepped in a puddle prior to having to stand in the snow brushing my car off for 15 minutes…..Luckily I have two scrapers and was able to cut down the time spent scraping considerably.
So, what did I think of Atlanta? Undecided. Driving was less difficult than I figured it would be, but I never really got a feel for the city at all. The city itself seemed clean, kind of small though and it feels very spread out. Like one super-gigantic suburb.
I did find driving about was a tad strange, their on-ramps curve in all sorts of nonsensical directions and roads seem to criss-cross for no reason whatsoever. It kind of just feels like a big clusterfuck no matter where you are – or where I was at least. Since I had a rental car though, and I don’t care at all if I crash the aforementioned rental, it was pretty easy going for me. The traffic admittedly seemed a tad insane, and once you were nearing the city it seemed like you were stuck at each light for about 45 minutes. That was rather annoying.