HalcyonDaze
Contributor
I've been saying it for a while now - diving, even the baited dives I do with sharks, is a heck of a lot safer than being on the road.
Well, last Saturday I almost proved my point. I very nearly killed myself and put others in mortal danger like a complete moron.
I live in Miami, but do most of my diving in Jupiter and West Palm Beach. For me this is about a 1:30-1:45 drive, taking either I-95 or the Florida Turnpike. In order to make an 8 am departure; I usually wake up between 4 and 4:30 am (putting me at the shop to pick up tanks around 7 and at the boat by 7:30). So unless I sack out extremely early Friday night (which I rarely accomplish), that's a short night of sleep followed by 3+ hours on the road and three 60 ft+ nitrogen doses. I also work an office job that of late has involved more stress than usual, so probably by Friday I'm a night short on sleep anyway. I've had a number of times when I've fought to stay awake on the drive home; I've told myself I should really crash on someone's couch or start booking a hotel room for my dive weekends but like a stubborn idiot I've figured nope, I really just want to go home after a long day.
Saturday that attitude nearly bit me in the ass. Did my usual routine, hopped in the car sometime between 4 and 5, and started driving home down I-95. Told myself I'd pull off at some point to stop in at a Starbucks, but every time I passed an exit I figured what the heck, the sooner I'm home the sooner I can take a nap. Made it over the Dade County line and after some time, I must have nodded off behind the wheel of my car while going at full highway speed. I have no idea how long I was out.
I woke up to a thumping noise and opened my eyes to see the front end of my car mowing down a row of those plastic sticks they use to mark off the express toll lanes. After that I got the car back under control and went on my way, being very ******* awake at that point. I was home probably 15-20 minutes later. Aside from some scraped paint and one lost detail piece off the front grill, there was no damage to the car; at that point I was too focused on flying straight and level to check around and make sure nothing had flown off and hit anyone else. I don't think that was the case. I hope that was not the case.
I got off very, very, VERY lucky. At the time that happened my foot probably pressed down even harder on the gas; I was likely doing over 70 mph. I could have hit another vehicle, or the highway divider, and that would have been over faster than you could say "Goodnight, Gracie." I did something that was arguably even dumber than driving drunk. And I did so knowing damn well I'd been dancing on that ledge many times and had been too stubborn to step back and take a safety precaution. Just a note for all - dive safety does not end when you get out of the water or get back on dry land. The day's not over until you're done traveling. Know your limits and know when it's time to call it quits for the day; for damn sure the next time I go out of town for a day of diving I'm either stopping to rest before I get back on the road or chugging a month's worth of my normal caffeine intake in one go.
Well, last Saturday I almost proved my point. I very nearly killed myself and put others in mortal danger like a complete moron.
I live in Miami, but do most of my diving in Jupiter and West Palm Beach. For me this is about a 1:30-1:45 drive, taking either I-95 or the Florida Turnpike. In order to make an 8 am departure; I usually wake up between 4 and 4:30 am (putting me at the shop to pick up tanks around 7 and at the boat by 7:30). So unless I sack out extremely early Friday night (which I rarely accomplish), that's a short night of sleep followed by 3+ hours on the road and three 60 ft+ nitrogen doses. I also work an office job that of late has involved more stress than usual, so probably by Friday I'm a night short on sleep anyway. I've had a number of times when I've fought to stay awake on the drive home; I've told myself I should really crash on someone's couch or start booking a hotel room for my dive weekends but like a stubborn idiot I've figured nope, I really just want to go home after a long day.
Saturday that attitude nearly bit me in the ass. Did my usual routine, hopped in the car sometime between 4 and 5, and started driving home down I-95. Told myself I'd pull off at some point to stop in at a Starbucks, but every time I passed an exit I figured what the heck, the sooner I'm home the sooner I can take a nap. Made it over the Dade County line and after some time, I must have nodded off behind the wheel of my car while going at full highway speed. I have no idea how long I was out.
I woke up to a thumping noise and opened my eyes to see the front end of my car mowing down a row of those plastic sticks they use to mark off the express toll lanes. After that I got the car back under control and went on my way, being very ******* awake at that point. I was home probably 15-20 minutes later. Aside from some scraped paint and one lost detail piece off the front grill, there was no damage to the car; at that point I was too focused on flying straight and level to check around and make sure nothing had flown off and hit anyone else. I don't think that was the case. I hope that was not the case.
I got off very, very, VERY lucky. At the time that happened my foot probably pressed down even harder on the gas; I was likely doing over 70 mph. I could have hit another vehicle, or the highway divider, and that would have been over faster than you could say "Goodnight, Gracie." I did something that was arguably even dumber than driving drunk. And I did so knowing damn well I'd been dancing on that ledge many times and had been too stubborn to step back and take a safety precaution. Just a note for all - dive safety does not end when you get out of the water or get back on dry land. The day's not over until you're done traveling. Know your limits and know when it's time to call it quits for the day; for damn sure the next time I go out of town for a day of diving I'm either stopping to rest before I get back on the road or chugging a month's worth of my normal caffeine intake in one go.