No traffic, no cops, no crack-heads to clean my windshield.
Big buses and the people who drive them.
Nothing for the girls here today, sorry, this is just a little bus porn for the guys and a weekend project for the ambitious who want to style on the boulevard and look good doing it.
Being as I am terminally afflicted with a modern illness termed “Road Rage” it is often that I have to self diagnose myself and quickly take measures to protect not only myself, but also the general public at large. This morning, I am cruising down the boulevard; all is well in my world.
Traffic is light, most of it has cleared out, and the road for the most part is quite empty. I am pleased, I chuckle and think, “If I was any happier I would have to pay an amusement tax.”
“Even a determined heart cannot remove all problems of life, on the other hand, it would be awfully dull and boring, if everything went the way we wanted it to on most days.”
Leaving for awhile, y’all try and be nice to each other, we are heading out this morning to parts unknown and totally new adventures. Try not to kill each other in our absence, we will see you when we get back. Hammer Down, Hammer Down, six on the floor, the other one out the ______ door … Hammer Down.