The drive in this morning, holy cow. If visibility was as far as 1/8 of a mile, Carl Peterson is good at drafting players.
It all burned off into a glorious day. What's the spring analog for an Indian Summer?
Still, there's always Wornall Road. I've never been to Greece or Spain, but people who have tell me I've never seen crazy driving, but Wornall will do until crazy driving can get to Kansas City. The lanes are about 2/3 as wide as an automobile, and people try to drive at least ten miles over the speed limit. And other people stick their car a good 20 inches into the 2/3 lane waiting for a break in traffic, causing people trying to adhere to their fractional slot of Wornall to veer into their neighbor ( who is obligated to then veer into oncoming traffic.
The result? Shit like this happens so often you don't even notice it. The tow truck is there before the cops, always, because cops get paid even if another cop beats them to the scene and because if you're a tow truck driver, Wornall Road is fish in a bucket.
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