Stuck!

Driving the interstate on my way back to Michigan this year, I came across one of the species that could be called the law-abiding train-- recognizable by the police car embedded in the midst of several normal ones. This particular one travelled at about sixty-four miles an hour. (The speed limit was seventy.)

I couldn't really get to the alarm clock stuffed into a laundry bag in my back seat, but I had an idea of the time, and I was already running late.

I have passed police car trains at perfectly legal speeds.

"I'm gonna pass this thing," I said to myself. "See ya."

Well, I would have done exactly that... before. Before the first pull-over and probably even after it. But probably not after the third one and definitely not the fourth.

I couldn't do it.

I'm losing my edge.