lickety split

Could have left for work yesterday a few minutes earlier. But I didn't so I was running a little late. It's a fairly long commute .

I was driving at a reasonably high rate until a late model Mercedes caught up with me. Since I bought my older Mercedes I've become a bit of an enthusiast about them and naturally think everyone else who has one is the same.

For a few miles the two Mercedes barreled along, I punched into openings before they evaporated, keeping up a good pace. Sometimes the big black S 500 stayed with me and sometimes he didn't. Nothing stupid, no changing lanes to snake ahead, just waiting for clear spaces and then taking them.

Eventually it was clear and I sidled over to the right to give the other guy his due.

He cruised on by, didn't look over at all, passenger with her feet on the dash. To him the car was just a big fast status symbol.

Hmmm.