The Drive of the Living Dead

The expiration date on an Arizona Drivers license is so far in the future you could potentially drive your own corpse to the graveyard.  People that can barely stand can still drive the streets of our not so fair city - there is just something unnerving about seeing a man climb out of the driver’s seat and reach back in for his walker.  It may well be time to re-examine “The State of Stupidity’s” License restrictions.

While driving here, one invariably gets sandwiched between Mr. 2fast and furious and a dude who is most likely dead and just forgot to drop over.  2Fast and furious feels the need to climb in your backseat as you are trying to give grandpa weaver plenty of room, not an easy task at 25MPH.  It doesn’t help that I travel the main route between town and Sun City (AKA “God’s waiting room”) so there is a high probability of grampage and since it is a main road, Mr. Tokyo Drift in his piece of shit 77 Acura with the straight pipe finds it a convenient drag strip.  The police won’t generally make an appearance until it is time to pick up the pieces after the grampy/Race car pile up.  I am not criticizing the police, they are just spread too thin to slow the assholes down, or take the keys away as the case may be.

There will come a time in the not too distant future where I will (gladly) hang up the keys.  Everything I need is nearby or I can buy it over Internet. There is really no where I care to go. I understand the drive to maintain independence, no pun intended, but I think one has to face facts at some point, preferably before becoming a hood ornament on one of the many speeding gravel trucks.