Oh yeah. One Tuesday, just shy three years ago, my wife woke up and looked at the revised track for Matthew. She then woke me up and said, "We have to go -- today!" I looked at the track and said, "
Why, it won't be here until Friday. We would leave tomorrow or even Thursday." Her retort was, "
Do you have any idea what the traffic will be like then?"
We left that afternoon and convoyed both cars, filled to the gills with the stuff we most didn't wish to lose, to our cabin 600 miles north of here. The drive was uneventful, taking the normal nine hours.
I looked at Google Maps on Wednesday and Thursday, and the roads (I95 northbound and I26 westbound) were a sea of red.
Those who panic first, panic best.