First cruise of the year was this morning, coming to work.
The Golf is in the shop with electrical gremlins. Twenty-something degrees and dry, no traffic except for a guy in a new Challenger who wouldn't leave me alone.
Stayin' alive at fifty-five for thirty-eight miles -- that was me this morning. No sense in pressing my luck with the leftover drunks from last night sharing the road.
She did good, though. Purred like an angry kitten all the way in.
Happy New Year!
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