05 January 2009

It's named after a bull, so perhaps it's suited to these bullsh-- commutes?

I'm not sure who I feel more sorry for after a nearly two-hours-long commute this morning in stop-and-go post-holiday traffic -- myself or the guy beside me the whole way in a Lamborghini Gallardo. At least my car was built for this at one-seventh the cost of his. I don't even know if he has a radio in that thing, much less Sirius XM; that'd be a shame, as the saving grace of this morning's drive was a thirteen minute live version of "Prove It All Night" on the all-Springsteen channel.

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