So, I'm on my way home in the blinding snowstorm, crawling down the left lane of 36 at about 35 miles an hour. I generally like the left lane just there because there's a ton of on ramps and I'd rather stay out of the turbulence. Sure enough, the right lane starts crawling lots slower. Maybe a fender bender, I think, or else just people merging on and off very carefully. I start to crawl past the cars. Before long I'm driving past a little ragtop coupe. Some idiot has taken his convertible... read more
