I love it when you hit that cooler weather change turning crisp in Washington state and you actually smell the coolness as it hits your nostrils and you reflect on the beauty all around you, and you feel charged and happy to be alive.
I hate it when you hit black ice and you calculate how close your car actually came to hitting the sign because your brakes locked up and you slid over instead of turning.
I hate it when you hit black ice and you calculate how close your car actually came to hitting the sign because your brakes locked up and you slid over instead of turning.