From Bob_Chapman@SLAQ.brown.edu Sat Aug 15 18:39:14 1998
Subject: The Joys of 195
From: Bob_Chapman@SLAQ.brown.edu (Crazy Bob)
Date: 16 Aug 1998 01:39:14 GMT
Driving West on 195 this afternoon for reasons too complex and
simultaneously not interesting enough to go into, I witnessed and
participated in some very amusing behavior.
This goes back to the Rotary thread, but I can't find it right now.
I was on a Rotary...
Wait, 195 doesn't HAVE rotaries...
OK, I was actually going North on 28 for the first one... so KILL ME!
Anyway, going 'round the rotary on 28 North, I was passed on the
left by a white convertible Mercedes-Benz with the top down and two
conspicuously wholesomely blond characters riding in it. Well one was
The other was riding.
OK, well that sentence gives the wrong impression. But the woman in
the passenger seat was leaned far over to the left, looming above the
driver, with her left arm propping her up on the back of his seat and
her right arm hidden behind her body.
Her right SHOULDER, on the other hend, was both visible and visibly,
I must have stumbled upon this scene (or rather, it stumbled onto me)
in medias res, as the woman shortly sat back down in the passenger
seat. Her right arm then swung out of the car, her hand making a
cupping motion reminiscent of professional bowlers.
The fact that I did not have to use my windshield wipers meant that
upon returning home I inspected my car's grillwork for possibly
The next thing that happened was less interesting, and as such will
probably come (er...) as a bit of an anticlimax (um...)
This one actually takes place on 195, tho'! I was in the process of
passing a white car with prominent surfer/skater stickers and realized
that I was no longer making progress. So I steepd on the gas and
kicked it up another 5mph (to 85, for those of you keeping score at
home). I got up to the point where our cars were even, when I again
"So," thought your modest hero, "that's this guys game," and floored
About ten minutes later he had almost caught up and obviously wanted
to go for another round. I zipped around a few cars and lost sight of
I would've had him the third time if it hadn't been for the
slow-moving car in the right lane. He got ahead of me and immediately
thereafter left 196 by the first available exit... leaving me to
woolgather: when's the l;ast time I cracked 100?
All in all, a potentially tedious commute lightened immensely.