Boris's daily drive consists of the following traffic elements, provided he takes his usual route:

3 stop signs (1 4-way)
6 stop lights (1 with turn)
3 minor right turns
2 minor left turns
2 major right turns
1 major left turn

The greater portion of his route is 4 lane road. No highways. If there is an unusual number of school buses or other obstacles, Boris may take a detour through Hillbilly Heaven If he's not driving for work, gig, church, or beer, he's not driving at all.

 The weekend rains were 
                                          dissipating. Purple clouds paced 
                                          below a clear backdrop of blue. 
                                          The sun caused a glimmer to 
                                          bounce around on my dashboard, 
                                          as in days before.

                                          This time I was determined to find 
                                          out where the glimmer was 
                                          coming from. As I stopped at 
                                          Johnson Street (where I usually 
                                          get a front row seat) I used the 
                                          back of my hand to trace and 
                                          focus upon the reflection. It came 
                                          from the passenger side seat belt 
                                          buckle.

                                          Speaking of seat belt buckles, the 
                                          driver's belt is incurably folded, 
                                          making for impossible tensioning 
                                          or untensioning. It is stuck in a 
                                          position that makes chubby guys 
                                          like me have to suck in the gut. 
                                          Once buckled in it's okay.

                                          So was the drive. It was okay. No 
                                          major fools or road kill to add 
                                          either conflict or horror to the 
                                          drive. Just mild weather and a 
                                          couple things inside the car to 
                                          pique my interest.

                                          Enjoy your day. Leave early for 
                                          work. Take a cup of coffee, and 
                                          please, take your time.
 

Until next time . . .

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