#TBT, or Traffic Restrictions

I didn’t know that Tempe was such a hot bed for triathlons until three weeks after I started working at ASU.

(Trust me, I know it now.)

Back in 2013, volleyball hosted UCLA, just my fourth home match as a ‘real, live, full-time-job having SID’.

So I left the house I was living in at the time two hours before first serve so, you know, I’d have enough time to run to Starbucks to get some breakfast (chocolate croissant and a green tea lemonade, aka my old standby when I was in college).

Also because I’m from one of those families where ‘on time’ means ’20 to 30 minutes early’ (it made for a lot of really awkward times at parties when I was a kid, but that’s a #tbt for another day).

I was zooming down the freeway—a warm pastry in a bag on my lap—when I saw the first sign about road restrictions at the offramp at Rural/Scottsdale.

Weird, but I kept driving, which was my first mistake.

But like I said, I’ve only been in town for three weeks, so it’s not like I knew my way around when I wasn’t being helped by my GPS.

Side note for those of you not familiar with the Phoenix area: getting to ASU’s campus and Wells Fargo Arena is SUPER easy from the 202, since the Rural/Scottsdale exit is RIGHT THERE.

But when you can’t cross Rio Salado, it’s kind of a problem.

I crossed the bridge over Tempe Town Lake.

I somehow ended up back on the other side of it.

I tried to cross again.

I finally managed to get ON to Rio Salado.

I got STUCK on Rio Salado because I couldn’t make a left turn.

Somehow, I ended up at the zoo in PHOENIX before I manage to turn around.

At this point, I was driving while stress eating my now-cold pastry. I got chocolate on my pants. It was just as un-fun as you think.

Somewhere way west of campus, I manage to get back onto the 202.

I did NOT get off on Rural/Scottsdale.

I did keep going, and eventually took the 101 all the way south of campus, and somehow managed to both backtrack my way back to the arena.

And yes, I got to the game on time.

UCLA, on the other hand, missed some of its serve-pass time because they couldn’t get to campus either.

I was super glad it wasn’t just me. Hell, I don’t even know how we managed to get an announced attendance of 990 (more on my thoughts on attendance at college sporting events another day).

This #ThrowbackThursday post comes in honor of the Ironman Triathlon coming up this Sunday.

I will not be going anywhere south of my apartment, because I know better.

Buy me a coffee?

Author: TheFakeRedhead

A life-long college sports fan and forever bitter about the country's east coast biases, Kathryn, the Fake Redhead, graduated from the University of Arizona with a BA in Creative Writing, emphasis in poetry because she felt the fiction studies emphasis was too pretentious. She is currently helping other writers hone their craft while she pursues her dreams of becoming a published novelist.

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