Just three hours prior I had avoided traffic hell in Columbus by taking an alternative route out of the city. Due to construction, I-71 has turned into a mess at Exit 17. I also had braved on during a torrential downpour when I made it as far as the "Florence Y'all" water tower in Florence, Kentucky. I was making good time on my way to Harrogate, Tennessee---until right before Lexington.

That's when it felt like I had been transported to Los Angeles where traffic is often choked up for hours on the freeways. If I had bubbles, I would have blown them.

A good friend of mine used this strategy to keep from getting steamed whenever he was stuck in L.A. traffic. Once when I was visiting him, he shared the technique.

• Open the car window.
• Open a bottle of bubbles, the kind you can buy about anywhere-or make your own out of a mix of dish soap and water.
• Put the wand inside the bottle to get the right amount of liquid
• Put your hand holding the wand out the window to let the breeze make the bubbles and carry them away.

The slower you go, the better this works. This, in essence, is reverse psychology. In a sick sort of way, you actually WANT to go slow.

The fun part about this blowing-bubbles-in-traffic activity is the reactions you get from other motorists. As bubbles floated over my friend's car across the highway, people laughed, clapped, gave us a thumbs up and honked. Traffic had turned fun.

Yesterday, though, on I-75 south, it was hell--- until I called my girlfriend who lives in Sturbridge, Massachusetts, a sleepy, quiet town. When I said "traffic hell," she had one word, "Boston." Then added, "Traffic. It's why I moved out of there."

Come to think of it, my friend who used to live in Los Angeles, now lives in Butte, Montana, a place that also is traffic-jam free. Since I live in Columbus, all I have to do is to keep remembering to avoid Exit 17.

To those of you heading past Lexington--bubbles.

Here's a post I found about the therapy of bubble blowing. It works in more than traffic.