Coincidence or The Color?
I'm driving southbound I-95, just north of PhillyPA on a Sunday evening after spending the day at my brother's in Bensalem. It's a beautiful night with the top down, sun's beginning to set, cool wind in our hair. Warm smell of colitus...oops, I digress.
The girlfriend's got her head back, eyes closed, just soaking it all up as I pass this POS driving in the left lane. Moments after I pass this guy, and I mean moments, I hear this huge noise coming from behind me. I look in the rear view mirror and now this guys riding the guardrail. A dirt cloud coming out of his wheelwell, sparks flying off his fender, he must've rode it for a hundred feet. I turned to wake the girlfriend, but by time she turned and focused the guy had already recovered.
Of course he could have just fallen asleep but I'll stick to my guns....
It Was The Color.