How could I forget these choice commuter moments?
1. At the end of a very long line of red tail lights heading off into incipient suburbia, I feel like a lemming.
2. I will never win the war against road salt from the position of a small sedan. A trip through the carwash is a minor skirmish, always followed by a major defeat delivered via a large truck or SUV with no mud flaps.
1. At the end of a very long line of red tail lights heading off into incipient suburbia, I feel like a lemming.
2. I will never win the war against road salt from the position of a small sedan. A trip through the carwash is a minor skirmish, always followed by a major defeat delivered via a large truck or SUV with no mud flaps.
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