Life Is A Highway

My customer is only about 30 miles away from where my parents live, but it took about 1 1/2 hours to get there and back. To avoid road rage, I cranked up the XM radio with '80's tunes and rolled down the window to work on my farmer's tan.

But I learned a valuable lesson today: don't stick your arm out of the window too far on the 405 Freeway.

You see, motorcycles use that little space between cars where the dividing lines are for the lanes to ride their bikes. A motorcycle cop brushed my arm today, and it made me crap my pants (not literally).

No wonder people are missing side mirrors or they are duct-taped to their cars.