Today's drive was a little hectic. At 6:15 traffic is, generally speaking, pretty light, normally, really, just smooth sailing, mostly. Not today.
It started right on the first freeway ramp. In front of my car was a Chevy Silverado, bright red, a big gas guzzling pickup, you could tell it never hauled anything more freight worthy than groceries, a real pretty boy thing, Poking along, screwing up the whole works. He merged to the left, perfect time to pass him. Accelerating until I was pulling ahead a little Mr. Sissy man pickup driver saw I was going around him and decided that was not the best way to start his day, and sped up. Driving defensively, and not wanting to cause any accidents, I put my foot to the floor, and passed him doing 85 miles per hour (Miles are like kilometers, only longer, or not as long, I don't remember, and an hour is like a minute times 60)
It was a great feeling watching the schmuck sobbing in my rear view mirror, until a car flew past on the left and took the lead, then one on the right. nearly causing an accident, lunatics anyway. Whipping into the middle lane I drafted (drafting is a racing term and it means, driving right behind someone so close in order to create, to gather, to generate, never mind what it means, it isn't important) behind a Honda Odyssey going 120 mph. I was so close I managed to catch the last few minutes of Scooby Doo on the DVD screen. Did you know the Creeper was really the butler?
I looked out the drivers side window and who was there? That's right, Jeff Gordon in the number three car. He flipped me the bird and went to pass the minivan. I double clutched and shifted into a lower gear, which was hard, since I don't have any idea what that means and my car has an automatic transmission. Swerving over I managed, barely to clip his rear bumper and send him careening into the ambulance, whose driver was using the lights and sirens in a foolish attempt to get to ahead of me.
Only two cars left to pass and the lead would be mine, and one of them was a school bus. Victory is going to be so sweet. But, as the school bus and I were jockeying for position a state patrolman cruised by and I decided he should probably have the honor. Brave public servant that he is.