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Dear Diary:

Today I punched an old guy in the face.  This was after I forced his vehicle off the road.  He looked surprised that I would cold cock him for no reason.  A total stranger.  Apparently he’s not aware of how offensive it is when really, really old people with one foot in the grave drive nice fast sports cars that no one else can afford, and since they don’t have much strength in their bodies they can’t push the gas pedal down very far so are driving a racey sports car 21 MPH.

Punched him.

what the…? (9.20.11)

Yesterday during my morning walk (which occurred at around 2:30pm) I spied a car with an interesting symbol.

As I got closer to the vehicle I decided this driver must be a Storm Chaser!   How exciting!  How adventuresome!

The reason – however – that the car caught my attention in the first place was the speed at which it was moving.  Ok, I fully recognize that the driver was making a right hand turn into the demented dentist’s office, so you have to slow down for that.  But seriously, for a block and a half – and THEN the turn – the car was moving along at a clipping pace of 3 MPH.  I am so bad at math, I can’t even calculate what that astronomical speed would be in Kilometers.  Oy.

So my question for today is:  with these maneuvering skills, exactly what storm would this driver be able to chase?  The type that occurs here?: