Making (almost) Every Green Light
Driving in Boulder is a death sentence. Colorado drivers are the worst people one could possibly share the road with. They cruise in the left lane, they NEVER push out at the left-turn lane and they drive sooooo slow. In addition to all CO plates driving like a 15 year-old on a learner’s permit in his mom’s brand new G-Wagon, there are red lights and unpredictable pedestrians every few feet.
There are few pleasures when one is driving through the city of Boulder, except that glorious moment when you realize that you are on a roll, making (almost) every green light. For whatever reason, this never happens when you are in a hurry, only when you have no time constraint, but hey, I’ll take it.
Today, after a stressful day at the magazine (print date is looming), I hopped in the car only to be pleasantly surprised by my easy ride home. I just moved into the center of town where there is (obviously) more traffic, but for whatever reason, the roads were pretty clear, the lights fluid, and the drivers, decent.
On top of that, upon pulling up to my new place, the best spot was available. I rolled in smoothly, exited my car with a shit-eating grin, and danced into my house happy as a clam.
On top of that, I had grass-fed top sirloin for dinner.