Driving back from a great

Driving back from a great dinner with Andy, Mark and Dave at Glorias I was having a blast on LBJ heading west. I was accelerating with wanton abandon and weaving faster than the sisters of Fate. I wasn’t alone as another car and a motorcycle had recognized the great opportunity that the typically languorous LBJ presented us.

If I can’t drive my car like I’m in a video game, then what’s the point of driving.