So as I roll down the highways of northern california I cant help but think of that unnerving phrase brakelights ahead. My impending arrival now delayed by the bending infrastructure of our area. Sure we have nice weather, the mountains, the ocean, but lets face it we have a poor excuse for a mass transit system, and highways that seem functional yet are clogged with the hair of everyday communting. Each day the sounds of burning rubber and bending steel wake me from my comatose journey to the office. In my Tommy like state "feel me" "touch me" I sit behind 2 tons of steel and one quarter inch of glass manuevering my way to boxing match that has become the office. Look out your window people, wave to me as I glance your way....
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