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!!
8 comments:
What's up, no drive?
Holy Biche! This is scary stuff. Did your ride get damageded? I'll call you up later to discuss....
For godsakes man! Your next car needs to be some german luxo-barge with brakes the size of manhole covers.
Be safe, man!
pussy
might it be best at this point to 'outsource' your driving to an 11 yr. old from a 3rd world country (or a Mormon commune)?
That picture makes you look kind of retarded - in a good happy-to-be-part-of-the-olympics way
Definitely hire a 15-year-old Mormon girl to be your driver. Or one of those birds from Finn's...
I think I just need to wear their super-magical underwear. Protects them from harm and insurance rate increases.
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