I left early enough, I thought, to beat the worse of the morning rush hour traffic. Boy was I wrong. What is a 30 minute drive on the weekend, turned into over an hour. It was stop and go, go and stop, creep along, and an occasional burst of speed of 30 mph or so.
It was at one of these stalled points that I noticed the couple behind me via the aid of my rearview mirror. What first got my attention was that they were making out like crazy every time the traffic stopped. The fellow was tall, wearing a cap, and the sun visor was down so I could not see him clearly. He struck as a bubba type which did not make sense as he was driving a nearly new Audi SUV. The gal was blonde with skin that had not seen Continue reading “Freeway Love”