My easy driving week came to an abrupt end during the Friday evening commute. Three hours to get home. Three. Some airhead decided to not get his car checked up on and broke down in the middle of the Harbor Tunnel, so I sat for about 40 minutes in the same spot.
I love to drive and talk about driving, though I rarely have time to talk about it since I'm driving so much. I used to set stuff on fire but I've since matured.
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