Back Home; Roadwork is a Bitch!
On this trip, I got the undivided attention of a drunken young lady. Normally, this might be flattering; but- in this case- it was delivered head-on, at a relative combined speed of 80 mph, and came in the form of 2 tons of automobile. To walk away from that required the seat belt, the airbag and using up a whole bunch of points with God. She had clipped a SUV with a small kid in it first; glad I caught the attention rather than the kid. I got a sprained big toe and recurring headaches, slowly fading from it. The drunk was lucky, too; neither of us stayed the night in the hospital.