It is, innit? Commuting, that is: Eggs Zachary like the Wacky Races.
Every time I head off to work in the morning, it feels like I'm competing in a cartoon style race, complete with all sorts of bozos who are even more mental than me, who have a very slim grasp on the road rules, reality, and how to drive, and seem to be more interested in txtng/eating their breakfast/doing their makeup/polishing their knob/whatever, than in paying attention to what they're doing.
Although this morning, I almost had a very mental moment. I was coming up to the lights in the Fart (had to take it instead of the bike, in case the autoglass people phoned about a replacement window), when I eyed up the gap between the lanes...
That would've been a real Minties Moment, huh? Trying to lanesplit in a Punto.It's a MentalAsAnything car ayway, but I think that might've been just a tad extreme.
Would've livened the commute up a bit though...
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