So I got in my first road race driving home from work the other day. Dude, it was one of the most exhilarating experiences ever...weaving through traffic...screeching tires at every green light...adrenaline pumping...2.5 miles of road gladiators, locked in furious battle. It was neck and neck until I was finally able to break free by blazing through a yellow light about to turn red. With hands held high I let out a roar of victory! That sucka wasn't gonna beat me and he was a fool for ever thinking he had a chance against me and the silver bullet accord. Unfortunately, this was his ride:
No Joke! Some stupid folding bicycle was able to keep pace with automobile traffic for 2.5 miles on Imperial Hwy because of all the $#%&$*$*#! Traffic Lights! Re-Frickin-Diculous!
So...two thoughts entered my mind after this "race..."
1. I Hate Norwalk...Why can't they sync up their lights for vehicles with motors!
2. WHY THE HELL AM I STILL IN LA!!! AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH
There's only one drink for this day:Jack Daniels...straight up...
