|ADAPT, IMPROVISE, OVERCOME. Or at least use your "spot" connectors on things that have 1/4" mono jacks.|
When I realized traffic on 465 was all but stopped, I continued on around to southbound Shadeland, congratulating myself on my cleverness and attempting to use the voice input of my smartphone get directions from Google Maps. --Yeah, me and everyone else. The Googles weren't responding: overloaded.
It wasn't until traffic on Shadeland slowed and began frantically merging into fewer lanes that I realized the city had checkmated me: there's major construction on Shadeland, too!
Still nothing from my phone, which was very hot and only getting one syllable in three -- incorrectly. And remember my car's lack of air-conditioning? I certainly was! Does it still count as a "glow" when it soaks through your T-shirt?
Okay, fine, the hamfest is at the Marion County fairgrounds, the fairground is off Southeastern Avenue and Shadeland has got to intersect Southeastern. I don't need no stinkin' map!
Yeah, well-- Got through the construction, made wonderful time for several miles, and darned if Shadeland didn't merge right back into 465 in a confusingly unfamiliar way. The freeway was at least moving, but very busy. As I made my way into traffic, I looked over to realize -- too late! -- that Southeastern exited from the very same collector that merged Shadeland onto 465.
It was two miles to the next exit, which was also very busy. Got turned around and back on the freeway in a mere ten minutes, perspiring freely all the while, and made it back to Southeastern and into the hamfest without further trouble. Yesterday's tickets were still good; I parked and headed over to the flea market, where a few vendors were already packing up.
Between the flea market and the indoor sales area, I found a few things:
Started looking through a box of crystals and the seller spoke up: "Make me an offer for the whole thing."
The drive back -- oh, I was so clever, I found a better route, Southeastern to Rural (which becomes Keystone because why not?) and back to Broad Ripple -- was about as bad as the drive there: much hotter, mostly bumper-to-bumper and with a long stop for a train.
Got home, toweled off, ordered dinner and went to bed early.