The onslaught of beach traffic is coming

Dare I say it, think it, breathe it ... Run for your lives, beach traffic is coming, not to mention finding a parking spot.

The line of vehicles to get into Rehoboth the last couple of weekends has resembled a mass evacuation toward the ocean, pulled by some polarizing magnetic field, dominated by people having a desire to grow fins.

Now, for those of you who live year-round in Lewes, Rehoboth is located about three miles south. And yes, you have to go out onto to Route 1 at some point, so be sure and bring your photo ID or passport. Your driver’s license won’t qualify since it will have expired twice while you are sitting in traffic, losing red blood cells by the ton.

Surely, the quickest way to get to Rehoboth Beach from Lewes in the summer is to fly to North Carolina, rent a car and take the I-95 corridor north, then merge onto the 101 Freeway, then exit the ramp marked for Dewey Beach and backtrack onto Route 1. I know many of you will disagree, citing Miami as the easiest route. But I think the North Carolina route may be more scenic and certainly has better food. You will need to keep up your strength.

Of course, finding a parking place on the weekends will be similar to being in a holding pattern during peak travel times at either the Philadelphia airport or O’Hare. Many locals going in town for an errand pack a suitcase, so they can feel more comfortable and travel savvy.

We’ve got to start getting in our summer mode though. It’s already spring. I know we are used to having the sidewalks to ourselves and being able to park right in front of the store. OK, that was the week we had five inches of snow and no city employee could find the keys to the one snowplow the city owns. Just kidding, of course, we all know the snowplow is just a rental.

But we need to work on a major adjustment now. In fact, I would recommend you answer one question to find out if you are ready for the summer invasion. Suppose you are behind a driver who is in the passing lane going the speed of a grand marshal at the start of the Rose Bowl Parade.

In fact, one person has already passed this vehicle, and he’s walking on the side of the road, using a cane. Still the driver assumes they are the only person on the road. 

Do you: a) travel patiently behind this car, understanding that eventually you will get to your destination or b) pass this vehicle on the right side, conscious of the foot you’ve just pushed through the car floorboard or c) call in a drone?

Of course, “c,” calling in a drone is the correct answer, which means we have some work to do.

You see, traffic is all about cultivating relationships. You have to view that mattress flapping up and down atop the car in front of you for the last 10 miles as one way of expressing that a family is on board.

Cutting the strings that have it attached to the car at the next stoplight is one way for you to express your own self. Well, that and the fact that your brain has turned to particles of dust and the next relationship you will have is when you hear the phrase, “All rise.”

So you need to learn to relax. To help with that I suggest a trip to New York City and a cab ride from the airport. Here you will attain speeds that will break the sound barrier, travel up over curbs and blow out an aneurysm as the cab narrowly misses two wheelchairs parked at the crosswalk.

After that, traffic here on Route 1 in the summer doesn’t seem so bad. Stay calm and carry on; it’s just the beginning. The fat lady is warming up those vocal cords.