Driving, for me anyway, is like scratching a mosquito bite or watching old episodes of Family Matters, you know you shouldn’t do it but you really want to (curse the alluring nature of Urkel’s crazy high pants). I digress. As I was driving home from Tulsa yesterday I came upon a car driven by a slightly elderly fellow who was probably about 70 years old. Now this man had placed himself in the left hand lane of an interstate with a speed limit of 75. Naturally as you all should have guessed by now, he was traveling at the hair-raising speed of 69 miles per hour. However, despite his slower than average pace, he had the uncanny ability to catch up to every 18-wheeler that was on the highway and then pace them for 12 miles each. After the use of kryptonite, 7 hail-mary’s, a prayer to exorcise the demon that was clearly driving the car, and 3 failed attempts to pass on the shoulder (ok I may be exaggerating but stick with me) I finally was able to pass the blue haired man in the Buick. I still don’t understand why Tim looked at me with a shocked expression on his face after I literally yelled out my rolled down window that the man should never drive again so long as we both should live. I mean its not like he could hear me anyway… he was 70.

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