In Utah. In me.
I have decided to take the mantle thrust upon me by the drivers of Utah. Though I did not seek this nomination, I will accept it.
For the second time in 6 weeks, a truck attacked me on I-80. This time, my improved stunt-driving skills came in handy, as I avoided contact with any objects, through ice and snow, successfully avoided heading into oncoming traffic (though I did make half way onto the shoulder of said approaching vehicles before the wheels grabbed), and landed safely in the salty, half-frozen Utah mud at the bottom of the divided highway. No one was injured, and I am very excited by the chance to deal with insurance companies again.
If I could only get a couple ramps set up at the edge of all these highways out here; I could catch some righteous air!
Hope you're all well; I am! Can't wait to see you all and get back to the safety of Chicago streets during the holydaze!!
