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Saturday 24 Apr 2010

bluehaired road lice

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10 Responses to “bluehaired road lice”

1. on 24 Apr 2010 at 10:01 am   Mr. B
   
   

   You owe me a laptop now.

2. on 25 Apr 2010 at 6:56 am   Roger
   
   

   Speak softly oh frustrated one.
   For if lucky you are, one of them you will be in times to come. And sooner than you think.

   Roger

3. on 25 Apr 2010 at 7:18 am   og
   
   

   At the point where I canot see over the wheel, where I sit in the left lane on the expressway doing 45, with my left turn signal on for 40 miles, I beg someone to kill me.

4. on 25 Apr 2010 at 8:55 am   Nathan
   
   

   Sounds like an average day in Naples, Florida.

5. on 25 Apr 2010 at 9:13 am   Midwest Chick
   
   

   og

   At the point where I canot see over the wheel, where I sit in the left lane on the expressway doing 45, with my left turn signal on for 40 miles, I beg someone to kill me.

   ——————–
   Totally with you on that one. But at least you have some height–the not seeing over the wheel thing is more of a reality for me.

6. on 25 Apr 2010 at 2:18 pm   Og
   
   

   M/C: I’d reccomend that you start eating chicken fried porkchops with sausage gravy by the bucketload. It seems that having the extra booty is what allows the local oompaloompas to see out the window despite being 2’6″ tall.

   On the other hand, you’re not disposed to the sir-mix-a-lot proportions, so maybe just get some catalogs.

7. on 25 Apr 2010 at 6:42 pm   Midwest Chick
   
   

   I had to go with phone books and a special made pillow (by Mom) when I first starting driving (my folks’ 1972 Chrysler Newport, which seated twelve comfortably).

   Mr. B does make a fantastic porkchop AND sausage gravy but if push comes to shove, I’ll try the phone book method again and avoid the extra booty.

8. on 25 Apr 2010 at 7:24 pm   og
   
   

   Or get a Taurus, they make ’em with special pedals that adjust. And a new taurus is a damned fine ride, actually.

9. on 25 Apr 2010 at 10:38 pm   LVTony
   
   

   Another fun, elderly driving destination is Tucson. I called them the ghost cars of Tucson. If you look at the big old Buick or Cadillac closely, you can just make out the knuckles on the steering wheel as they peer out beneath the steering wheel and just above the dash.

   Most of these ghost cars are sound activated. They will not move until someone honks. I was mighty tempted to try this out during a red light to see if they would lurch into cross traffic.

   I never did try it for fear that they would do just that, though.

10. on 26 Apr 2010 at 9:02 am   Joanna
    
    

    Sounds like my Great-Grandma Sherman, God rest her cranky soul.

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