I can’t say it was the best day around here. I did not have the psychological energy to decide on a couch and in general could not quite get warm enough despite the bright sunshine. No, I am not sick! I did warm up when we hiked along the river this morning and again during a walk to the Plum Market followed by a vigorous little flinging session down in the Dungeon. Unfortunately, there were also more sedentary parts to the day than I’d like to admit and I kind of shivered through those. In a way, it’s been such a mild winter for these parts that I’m not sure I’m acclimating to cold temperatures very well. And with temperatures in the mid-30s it wasn’t really that cold today. Any other winter I might be out in shorts on a day like today.

Anyway, it wasn’t the best day but one fun little occurrence absolutely MADE MY DAY!!! We were driving along Huron River Drive. Huron River Drive is a scenic drive that winds along the banks of the river. It is a paved two lane *winding* road with very little shoulder and the speed limit is 35 mph. It is almost impossible to pass another vee-hickle on HRD, not to mention that it is a favorite bi-cycling route and, I dunno, it’s just best to take your time on Huron River Drive.

So, the GG was driving along at the speed limit. It is a *scenic* drive, right? And we were enjoying the *scenery*. Alas, we had a tailgater. We had a VERY AGGRESSIVE, IMPATIENT tailgater. You know the kind. I hate tailgaters! Do you hate tailgaters? We came to a stretch of road where you can see far enough ahead that if you wanted to gun it and get around the slow car in front of you, you might actually be able to do it. Even though it is a NO PASSING ZONE. Guess what? Our tailgater did exactly that. He hit the gas and aggressively screeched around us. For about a split-second, I was thinking something like, “Good riddance”. And then I saw it! A black vee-hickle parked on the opposite side of the road ahead of us. Was it a po-leese vee-hickle? Yes! It was! And yes, that po-leese vee-hickle turned on it’s its flashing lights, pulled out, and stopped our loverly tailgater.

I drive a *lot*. I love to drive. I *hate* tailgaters and other crappy drivers. So often when I’m on the road I find myself wishing the po-leese were around to witness this or that incident of Crackerjack box driver ass-holery. This loverly little incident was sooooooo gratifying. I guess it’s a little sad that it made my day but I’ll take it.

Love y’all,
KW

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