Well, I see that fatherjohn still hasn’t learned how to acknowledge defeat, learn, or even think coherently yet.
No problem to that, I say. I didn’t expect such.
I would like to point out that this sunday, I kept up with my plans to watch the super bowl with Lexicon. You might wonder why I bring this up. I will tell you. For the benefit of fatherjohn, I’ll try to limit myself to small words, with no more than two or three syllables to aid comprehension.
Lexicon lives down the way from me. A pretty good bit down the way, even on a good driving day. Right about 60 miles. Here in Colorado, it started snowing Friday. Sunday night, it was still coming down at a fair rate. I had made my promise, and was intent upon keeping it.
So, off I go, in my oppressive 4x4. It has the big V-8, you know. 5.9 liter, gets 12-15 MPG. I smoke my tires anytime I want, just to do it. I have a full reservoir of washer fluid, my headlights are clean, and my tires are, of course, well-treaded.
When I hit the freeway, headed south and up, I took a while to find the best possible safe speed, and made it a point to maintain that speed smoothly. During points where the road looked dicey, I’d put it in 4 wheel. Better safe than sorry.
On the way up there, I was passed by a large number of small coupes traveling at an excessive rate of speed. I was able to count three of them spun out on the side of the road, usually leaning in a ditch with a coolguy yelling into a cellphone outside, walking in circles, freezing his ass off. I chuckled to myself. On the rest of the drive there, I counted 8 additional vehicles on the side, rapidly getting snowed over.
The way home was worse. It was late and snowing harder. I, being prudent, locked it in 4x, and drove that way the entire way home. On that side of the road, I saw 13 abandoned vehicles. One of them had recently lost traction, plowed off the road, and down a little valley. Not a one of the vehicles I saw stranded were SUVs or trucks. I was never passed by an SUV or truck that I recall, and if I had been, it certainly wasn’t at any rate worthy of note.
Moral of the story:
In this case, it seems that the operators of the SUV’s were the more road-conscious.
Universal fact:
fatherjohn is a jackass. It should be his sig. “Hi, I’m fatherjohn. I’m a jackass!”