Get Your Motor Runnin'...

When I drive to work in the morning, up the Highway of Death that is Interstate 35, I feel like my car is a cattle herding pup, nipping at the heels of big ol' lumbering semi-trucks, lining them up the way I want them to go. Depending on the song on the radio, I might instead feel like I'm taking the Indy 500 approach to my commute.
Me. Teaching Everybody Else on the Road How to Drive since 1992. Dirty work. Born to be wiiiild...