Autobahn
A narrow escape! I was motoring down the freeway, already navigating the dual difficulties of the atmospheric conditions—roads that were wet but not yet slick & a fog that cut visibility down to a few hundred yards—when what should I spy ahead of the Lumi, the Distaff Son of the Mousemobile but a obstruction in the road! I scarce had time to register what the object was before evasive maneuvers were required. I glanced over my left shoulder to confirme that the lane was empty & even before I'd turned my eyes back to the road I'd jinked the Lumi to the sinister, narrowing skirting the lane-clogging obstruction. What was it, you ask? A muffler & a considerable length of tailpipe, lying athwart the middle lane of I-475. From the size of the muffler, though I do admit that I only caught a glimpse of it directly & then look a longer gander in my rear-view mirror, I reckon the exhaust-work must have fallen off of a truck. Thank goodness for the record temperatures of the last few days, because if I'd encountered such an obstacle in the icy slickness one expects of January I might have slid out of control amidst my evasive maneuvers or been forced to drive over the object, no doubt to the Lumi's grief.

The Rebel Black Dot Song of the Day
Gorillaz, "Clint Eastwood" via iTunes (T.L.A.M.)