I always get up before the sun. Get up, make the bed, pound some coffee – jump around…Drive. I’m up, I’m out.
It’s oh-dahk-thirty, drizzly, and foggy and I’m slicing through it on these wonderful country roads trying not to hit Bambi. Stay in the woods ya bastids. I’m shifting gears, minding my own business. It’s early and I’m driving and it’s my zen speed: 52, so I’m all: cooooooool
Let it rain…