Nobrainer’s Think Tank

After a 1000+ miles of driving, I found myself amused and frustrated. As usual.

- At one point on the way to Clemson, we passed a little, beat-up red car that said “SWEETRIDE” and myspace.com/sweetride. It is amusing by itself. It is worthy of mention because as soon as I saw it realized that we passed the exact same car in February when we drove from C-ville to Athens, GA.

- Just north of Charlottesville, I was stuck behind a vehicle with the license plate H20 PIPE. Maybe the guy/girl/thing was a major hippie pot head douchebag, or he/she/it is actually somehow involved in irrigation or some such thing and is completely oblivious to the drug references on the license plate. Speaking of oblivious, here’s a hint for the driver when actually driving. In simple terms: get the fuck out of the way. More importantly: GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY! More specifically, planning to turn left in 10 miles is not a justification to cruise along in the left lane at the exact same speed as traffic in the right lane. If you are in the left lane and there is no one ahead of you and you aren’t actually passing the cars on your right, you are doing something wrong and need to get over (and failing to realize so might mean that you are too dumb to live).

- Speaking of people who won’t get out of the way, I am thoroughly frustrated by slowpokes in sports cars. Today I realized that I am even more frustrated by slowpokes in sports cars that have racing stripes.

- Just before I got home, I heard Katie Couric on some radio show (Kolb?). She was, with all seriousness, defending the umm seriousness of the Today Show. There’s a very good reason why the writers of South Park decided that mass of human feces should be measured in a unit called the Couric (pronounced kyoor-ick).

- On a nice note, many thanks to Evan and Bear of OrangeCoat for their hospitality on Saturday. The tailgating was excellent.

- Somewhere north of Greenville, SC, I nearly shat my pants. I am pretty good about checking my mirrors and knowing when cars are approaching from behind me. Friday night, I was doing about 70 in the right-hand lane. By the time I sensed headlights beside me, the black police car in the left lane was already past me. He had to have been doing 100 miles per hour without his blue lights on.