A Brooksfilms production

After attending a screening of Young Frankenstein this week, alenxa and I started talking about her theory that everyone has a particular Mel Brooks film among their favorites. (Obviously, this wouldn’t apply to people who don’t like his movies in the first place.) In order to test this theory, I’m collecting data:

Which Mel Brooks film is your favorite?

  • The Producers (remake)
  • Dracula: Dead and Loving It
  • Robin Hood: Men in Tights – 2
  • Life Stinks
  • Spaceballs – 1
  • History of the World: Part I
  • High Anxiety
  • Silent Movie
  • Young Frankenstein – 2
  • Blazing Saddles – 2
  • The Twelve Chairs
  • The Producers (original)

Doom Closed For Repairs

With no warning (or at least none that I noticed), the Ramp of Doom was closed this morning. This led to a line of cars dropping from ~50 MPH to about, let’s see, zero in a short distance, which I suspect isn’t particularly conducive to traffic safety, but never mind that for now.

Anyway, as I crept past the bridge, I looked up to see if some automobile carcass was blocking the ramp entirely. It turned out there were two bright orange construction trucks parked on the shoulder of the bridge, a couple of guys in orange vests and construction helmets, and what looked like plywood in roughly the spot of Wednesday’s accident.

Presumably they were repairing damage to the railing. Though it seems to me that the whole ramp could use some re-engineering.

Flipped

The rain was intermittent this morning. It seemed to have cleared up by the time alenxa and I got up, but was sprinkling by the time we left for work. The first leg of the drive went from light rain to heavy downpour and back to light rain with large chunks of blue sky and even a couple of segments of rainbow.

The rain had mostly stopped by the time I dropped her off, so on the second leg of the drive I mainly had to deal with spray from the cars in front. When they were moving fast enough, anyway.

Had a bit of a shock at the now-infamous Ramp of Doom, though. There was a red pick-up truck, upside-down and backwards, pointed toward the edge and shoved up against the railing of the bridge. It was surrounded by two police cars and a bunch of traffic cones, with the police making observations. No sign of the driver, who I imagine wasn’t in the best shape, though there was a stopped car on the shoulder just before the ramp. The cab looked slightly crunched, but it’s possible the driver could have walked away. Maybe the other car was a friend or co-worker, coming to pick him/her up. Or he could have already been carried out by ambulance.