November 2008
3 posts
the minivan in front of me had been lumbering along at an infuriating 23 miles per hour for the last six thousand miles. as we made our way down the ramp toward the interstate, frustrated, i bumped the horn.
we picked up another lane. stay right and you’re getting off at lindsey street; move left and you’re headed for I-35.
finally granted an opportunity to pass, i slammed into the...