I love the experience of driving. I may go into other facets of this sport later, but for the moment I'm speaking very specifically of the people watching aspect. Today for example I saw a young man, probably seventeen years old and 118 pounds, wearing his "trucker hat" resting on his head, cocked as is fashionable dictates the fad. Suddenly, as if a gift from the thump of the hand of God Almighty, the hat went flying, and I laughed heartily.

A few days ago I was waiting at a light when a minivan stopped beside me. There sat a woman of around forty-five, dolled up with bright red hair to match her well-baked skin. With a cigarette flapping along, she continued her self-absorbed rendition of "God Bless the American Housewife." I don't think they were singing about you.

Lastly and certainly best, a few months ago I was driving to Virginia, which is always fun. As I was stopped at an intersection, a group of boys pulled up behind me, barely stopping in time to avoid smashing both of us. "They better turn down their rap music and adopt some sense, in addition to appropriate culture" was my basic reaction at the time. The four skinny white boys blasted ahead of me in the other lane as the light blinked to green. With premonition serving pristinely, the boys went off the road.

By the way, everyone, use your turn signals always. You're not the only ones on the road.

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