What can turn an interstate full of honking, swearing, tail-gating drivers into instant companions?
An hour long stand-still outside of Tifton, Georgia! You can't tell from the picture, but people were walking dogs, playing games with their kids, and smoking cigars. We were stranded like passengers on Oceanic Flight 815...eating the last of our Slim Jims and at the mercy of those packed peanut butter sandwiches for their children. When word spread that a lane had been opened we abandoned our politeness and raced for our cars to ready ourselves for the dog eat dog world of holiday travel again.