I thought I saw a dead cow on side of the road today on the drive home from Dallas, but it turned out to be just a heap of discarded equipment. Other than that, it was a pretty uneventful drive.
I wish to Christ they'd built the Texas Triangle train. As I was fuming behind a slow-ass Geo Metro that was cruising directly in the blind spot of the 18-wheeler beside it, I was thinking about how we seem to lack vision for stuff like 200-mph-trains and stuff like that anymore.
I've probably traveled that stretch of I-35 at least fifty times in the past twelve years, and it's always a clusterfuck as they constantly make these chickenshit stopgap improvements, tearing it up, shutting it down, widening it, repaving it, and starting all over again five years later. It never gets any faster. It never gets any easier. It never gets any safer. I want my motherfucking bullet train. They promised. But it was too expensive, so now they'll be dinking around with this until it goes down in flames, too.
Do you think the interstate system would even get built at all today? Probably not. We'd probably be setting up orange traffic cones on the dirt roads so we could spread gravel over them. We'd close down the wagon-wheel lanes to just one rut to make way for the water-sprinkling trucks because, by gosh, highways would cost too much and do too little. Why, dirt roads would be good enough for us! Paved limited-access highways? Horsefeathers! Public money should be quietly siphoned off to create corporate tax breaks, not spent to build something of lasting use and benefit to everyone in the entire nation!
Poppycock!
(I realize I'm talking out of my ass here. I know next to nothing about transportation issues. Mostly I'm just bitter because I wanted a bullet train.)
Look! A hamburger cake! With kiwi for the pickles, chocolate cake for the patty, etc. My stepmom's sister-in-law made it for the Father's Day party at her house. She said it was easy. Anyway, it was whimsical and tasty, welcome characteristics at any gathering.