Ya know when you hit that stretch of a drive when you are grateful that you will be home at a reasonable time? You start thinking about the Netflix flick you may be able to get in? It’s like almost 9 p.m., but enough time to have part of the night salvaged? Then, PSYCH, naw!
Picture it, the speed barometer goes from 60 ish, to 55, to 45, to 30 ish to the teens, and before you know it, you are in a parking lot on 376 West. You fleetingly think, if I throw this in R for a few feet, I could probs exit at Glenwood, but I will wait it out. Welp, kiss the last two episodes of Dead to Me goodbye.
But, someone with an uncanny knack for driving in reverse, in the dark, on a shoulder of a highway mad no bones about it. Just backed that *** up like a yinzer champ. Put it in R, guided backwards and within a minute was facing the exit and on his way. Yes, I was jealous, ya jagoff!
