Tonight was the kind of night when a Pizza Driver earns his stripes.
Traditionally, we're busy on New Year's Day. It was even busier, though, because of the huge storm hitting Northern California. Add to the mix the fact that The Rock was working at the College store, thereby leaving only two drivers for Montclair, meant that things were, most likely, going to get out of control.
Delivering in the rain sucks. It's, obviously, cold and wet, but it's also harder to find houses, there are slipping hazards, and your car gets all fogged up. Driving Saroni was an obstacle course due to all the fallen trees. But the worst was Skyline.
I had a run of five; starting at El Caminito & Mountain Blvd, then to Westover & Thackeray, then up to Arrowhead & Glencourt, over to Pineneedle & Broadway Terrace, finally down to Robin Hood & Merriewood and back to the store.
After the third delivery at Arrowhead things were running late and I had to jam to Pineneedle. The quickest way was to tear across Skyline from Snake to Broadway Terrace. I should have known better.
Every time it rains this stretch has practically zero visibility. There are few houses and no street lights and the fog just piles in there. Worst of all, there are sheer drops off cliffs on one side. The only way to drive it is to go down the middle of the road and intently focus on the reflectors.
I was going about 5-10 miles an hour down the street, trying to avoid the enormous bodies of water filling up quickly, when I came across a sign that said "Road Closed". It was so foggy I couldn't even tell which road was closed. Was it the continuation of Skyline? Or Grizzly Peak, since I appeared to be at that intersection? The last thing I wanted to do was creep along Grizzly Peak and not realize my mistake until I was in freakin' Moraga. I literally had to open my door to look outside and figure it out.
It was Skyline, but I had to continue on. The order was already well over an hour and the next one was even later. So I ignored the sign and kept going.
I slowly winded down the street, wary of what I might find, but confident that I could overcome it. Alas, right before I reached Broadway Terrace, I rounded a corner and came right on a huge mudslide. A large chunk of the mountain had slid down and blocked the road; only a few hundred yards from where I need to be!
I stared in disbelief and ultimately came to the conclusion that I was going to have to turn around and choose a different route.
So I ever-so-slowly made my way back to Snake, nearly running of the cliff in the process. With better visibility I could now speed up. I tore down to Thornhill, then over to Pinehaven, them up Broadway Terrace to Pineneedle.
As I was hauling-ass, I started to get pissed that I had to go to Pineneedle on a stormy night in the first place. The street is on the boundary of our area, and the edge of the city, right before it hits the forest. The street is so out-there, it's practically forested itself. I wanted to yell at the guy and tell him never to order on a stormy night again. My safety was at stake!
When I got to his house, he came out to greet me with a flashlight. The power was out and had been for a couple days. He pointed to a tree which had fallen into the power lines. It was precariously perched right above my car, with only a few cables to hold it up.
He said that PG&E told him it would be fixed by now. He made a crack about the PG&E workers taking a coffee break. I said they were probably at Crogan's getting drunk.
He laughed and then tipped me $8.
The rest of the night was smoother.




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