Henceforth, Rush Hour will be known as Amateur Hour.
I only bring this up because this morning someone in your typical white shitbox van on temp tags expired by like 5 months and covered in sketchy pawn shop ladders was moving at like 10mph in the right hand lane of I-225 trying to merge left – with about two miles of right hand lane ahead of them before the next exit specifically for merging! At least they had their turn signal on I suppose… This, of course, caused the rest of the 65mph traffic in that spot to go a bit chaotic as the people behind said shitbox either gunned it into the flow of traffic or came to a complete stop and laid on the horn.
Then, once I made it to my exit, I was about run over by an equally shitbox tan Toyota truck with like five guys in it, on expired temp tags, and carrying a half dozen sketchy pawnshop ladders. He just randomly changed lanes into the spot where my car would have been if I didn’t have gigantic 6-pot Brembos and super sticky 275/305 width tires…
And that is just this morning, in the six miles I drive to work…
I need to get out of this insane town.
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