18 July 2012
Proud Canadian Highway
On the way home from Kin Park Sonja fell asleep. That is what happens when you stop drinking. I sipped my beer. I drink other shit besides beer most of the time now, cider mostly. I think I might be turning into a fucking woman.
In the car I stick with the beer. Been drinking beer and driving for nearly forty years and never been caught. Beer been very good to me.
Since Sonja was asleep I thought I might as well drive her car a little faster than usual since there was not much traffic on the highway. Been less traffic on the roads ever since the fucking government rolled out their newest set of laws meant to scare people from drinking and driving. People scare easy and they are drunk quite a lot so that means more room on the highway for me.
Got the car up to about 230 km. It felt good. Nothing feels better than driving more than twice the posted limit on a fucking near deserted Canadian highway. I have no youtube of this bit of law breaking to share with you and the RCMP. Just going to have to use your imagination.
Me, my beer, and the motherfucking proud to be a Canadian highway.