So long, EPA estimated 30 miles per gallon. Going the vehicul’s top speed for two straight weeks had that one benefit, but I’m certainly glad to be through with that ordeal now.
With one spotless, crack-free rim, and four fresh, brand-new tires, I found myself soaring to work at a generous speed; naturally following the pace of traffic, that is. And for the time being, one of these wheels is not like the other, meaning two are stained and filthy, one is kinda dirty, and one looks like it just came off the assembly line. But damn, has this briefly re-invigorated my love of driving again, since I’m no longer constrained to 55 mph.
For the first time in a while, I’m in good spirits, subsequently. I’ve also noticed that while at work, when returning to the cube from the printer, I have a tendency to roll my proofs into tubes, long ways. And I brandish them like a club, or a simulated weapon. It makes me feel a little carnal, in a way.
