Approximately 8 p.m. Hey Hon, let’s take a little ride. It’s nice out and I’m sure it would be relaxing. And it was. That is until we stopped for the light at Ninth and Tennessee where the hotshot in the out-of-state late model Mustang decided he would use the right-turn lane to pass us  going straight. Of course he almost hit the bicyclist who had just ridden through the red light. He did get in front of me only to be stopped by the light at Vermont. Oh well.

North on Mass, right on Seventh. Ooooops! Hit the brakes hard for the guy who just didn’t want to stop at the north end of the alley there. He follows us south to Eighth glaring at me as I glare right back at him. Oh well.

Back south on Mass. Hey look at that bicyclist doing “stoppies” at the red lights then proceeding through them! Pretty neat. Oh and look! Now he’s doing wheelies down the sidewalk from 10th to 11th. I was really tempted to turn west on North Park and let him T-bone me, but I didn’t. Oh well.

West on 23rd to Kasold. WHOA! What’s that crossing on the red light in front of us?! I’m doing 45 (legal limit). Oh, just another bicyclist. Must have a death wish or just doesn’t care.

North on Wakarusa, east of Sixth. Ah yes, here’s the little hot-rodder in his Honda with the blue headlights and baseball cap on backwards. He just HAD to cut right in front of me then pull back into the left lane when the right lane wasn’t moving fast enough for him. Funny how I passed him a little while later and I without speeding or cutting corners. Wonder if it’s something to do with ability in lieu of youth? Oh well.

Back home. Ahhhhh. What a nice relaxing evening drive in Lawrence. Oh well.

John Hamm,

Lawrence