My luck would have the car still in the shop at Friday’s 0830 trailhead departure. But what would happen if I just accidentally merged into a stream of 400 cars midway through the drive? Is it like a funeral procession or would I be welcomed.
I’m serious; one thing a snake is good for is catching up with traffic.
Surely you’re not advocating I exceed the posted speed limit. You must be speaking of that new-wave, in-car exercise, the commuter calorie killer, the one designed to relive corporate stress. The one where you use your left upper appendage to wave bye-bye while both feet and the right arm are occupied in the application of pressure upon the levers of a mechanical contrivance.
Yes, I'm sure that's it. It’s only been a day and I can feel my right arm’s atrophy from lack of exercise.