It's a mere twenty degrees outside and the interstate is just about a sheet of ice (as evidenced by cars facing unseemly directions on the shoulder of the road). Everybody is moving at about twenty miles per hour with an occasional run up to twenty-five, and when there aren't emergency vehicles making you merge to the right to let them pass, the tow trucks have their lights flashing to get around and clear non-emergency spin-outs.
So help me understand this, Speed Racer: Why are you messing with the radar detector stuck to your windshield right now? Do you really think the Highway Patrol gives a rat's ass about you and your ... -chuckle- ... Honda Civic? I'm passing you right now fer cryin' out loud.
Get OVER yourself already!
Alice Cooper, Eat Some More
Where are we going? And why are we in this handbasket?
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