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Last night wasn't my best night ever.
Pulling out of the Journal lot was almost impossible. North-bound Jefferson was absolutely packed with cars. I couldn't believe the number of vehicles streaming past. I took a right and attempted to flip a U-turn, but there wasn't enough clearance. There were too many cars. At 9 p.m.! On Jefferson! On a Wednesday!
Madness!
Eventually, after turning left and flipping a uwie and cutting off a bunch of SUVs, I got onto Jefferson and proceeded to sit through three cycles at the Paseo intersection. INSANITY!
And I ended up slipping through on a yellow, or I would have waited through a fourth cycle!
Where did all these people come from? And why were they driving on my road well after commuting hours? I mean, the traffic was just as bad as leaving at 6:45 on a Friday night. I couldn't believe how heavy it was. This is Albuquerque, people, not L.A.
I screamed the entire way down Paseo. It had been a tip-the-head-back-and-rage-at-the-moon kind of night at work and I wasn't about to let little things like a top down and surrounding drivers keep me from holding back that primal scream. Oh, baby. I let it rip. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!"
I might have also dropped a couple of F-bombs.
In front of children.
Ah, they were bound to hear it sooner or later.
Mid-howl, I noted that Fountains of Wayne just isn't good angry driving music. No "Fountains of Wayne" no "Utopia Parkway" no "Welcome Interstate Managers." It's all far too poppy and upbeat.
Stripped down and moody "Pop" by U2 was about all I had in the car, but it worked. It got me down Paseo. It was there when I took the slingshot line around the Coors overpass. It urged me into dragging a cop at the Paradise light.
Yeah, I dragged a cop last night and yet, still have my license. He didn't even blink.
It was that kind of night.
Adam met me at the door with dinner and a drink, because he's awesome like that. I slurped both down in front of Mythbusters and managed to not complain about my day and felt scads better when we went to bed. Glad every day's not like that. I'd pop.
Pulling out of the Journal lot was almost impossible. North-bound Jefferson was absolutely packed with cars. I couldn't believe the number of vehicles streaming past. I took a right and attempted to flip a U-turn, but there wasn't enough clearance. There were too many cars. At 9 p.m.! On Jefferson! On a Wednesday!
Madness!
Eventually, after turning left and flipping a uwie and cutting off a bunch of SUVs, I got onto Jefferson and proceeded to sit through three cycles at the Paseo intersection. INSANITY!
And I ended up slipping through on a yellow, or I would have waited through a fourth cycle!
Where did all these people come from? And why were they driving on my road well after commuting hours? I mean, the traffic was just as bad as leaving at 6:45 on a Friday night. I couldn't believe how heavy it was. This is Albuquerque, people, not L.A.
I screamed the entire way down Paseo. It had been a tip-the-head-back-and-rage-at-the-moon kind of night at work and I wasn't about to let little things like a top down and surrounding drivers keep me from holding back that primal scream. Oh, baby. I let it rip. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!"
I might have also dropped a couple of F-bombs.
In front of children.
Ah, they were bound to hear it sooner or later.
Mid-howl, I noted that Fountains of Wayne just isn't good angry driving music. No "Fountains of Wayne" no "Utopia Parkway" no "Welcome Interstate Managers." It's all far too poppy and upbeat.
Stripped down and moody "Pop" by U2 was about all I had in the car, but it worked. It got me down Paseo. It was there when I took the slingshot line around the Coors overpass. It urged me into dragging a cop at the Paradise light.
Yeah, I dragged a cop last night and yet, still have my license. He didn't even blink.
It was that kind of night.
Adam met me at the door with dinner and a drink, because he's awesome like that. I slurped both down in front of Mythbusters and managed to not complain about my day and felt scads better when we went to bed. Glad every day's not like that. I'd pop.
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Weird racing/driving terms I don't understand! What does dragging a cop mean?
Drag racing a police officer; to have an illegal speed contest against an officer of the law.
Not that I actually did?
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