Recently I was the guy at the traffic light who didn't move until everyone started honking after the signal had turned green. I'll often make comments about how space cadet drivers need to be dragged out to the sidewalk and beaten with raw, plucked chicken cadavers and it was most disturbing to enter this category of person worthy of being pummelled to a pulp by poultry.
Employment that day was arduous, wedding planning was causing angst and the belly was vacant. All shitty reasons to lose focus on the road. Nobody cares how your day was, nor should they. Pay attention assfluff! Your at the helm of a machine that can kill.
Let's digress to something interesting.
I Loved this story and the photos by Cristina de Middel regarding the failed 1960s Zambian space program. Read & look while listening to this all-over-the-road mix.
