I had one of those moments tonight. It was a busy day, I worked late, but managed to finish all my domestic BS chores before the sun went down. Last thing on my list was to hit the gym for a workout, and it was a beautiful sunset so I decided to ride into Iron Mountain instead of driving the truck. I loaded my stuff into my T-bag and hit the road.
Naturally, I decided to take the longer back route, which meant heading south from Florence on County N. I love County N; it's a beautiful road. As you leave town, you head up this long hill with some nice, sweeping curves. Then you hit the crest abruptly, and the other side is a steep grade back down to the farmland south of the hill.
So there I am, cruising up the hill, enjoying the long curves and fading sunlight. And just as I'm cresting the hill, I look down the backslope and there in front of me is a SUV, BACKING UP THE DAMN HILL IN MY LANE. Now I'm hammering on the brakes, trying to downshift, trying to be anywhere on that road that isn't close to that SUV. And as I get around it, the woman driving looks over at me with this "aren't I a naughty girl" smirk on her face.
Good lord. Don't you have to have at least *some* level of intelligence to have a drivers license?!?
Thank you for the opportunity to vent...