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Thursday, November 6, 2008

Road Rage

Road Rage article by the New York Times

I often feel like this is the way I'll die ... I'll be out for a little 5 mile run when I'm 82 years old... my grandchild will be graduating from Harvard later that day or my Gamecocks will be competing for the National Championship later that night and I'll die just hours before, because some bitch turning right doesn't realize that if I'm a pedestrian going straight, I have the right of way. In case you'd like to do some more reading from the archives about my issues with drivers... here's a couple of good ones...

My First Finger (sadly, not my last)

Memo to Nashvillians

I've basically gotten to the point where I don't even blog about almost dying on a morning run, because it happens like once every two weeks...

1 comment:

Danielle in Iowa said...

Oh my God! The story in there about the guy pulling out a golf club was scary!