Archive for the ‘traffic’ Category

Traffic is neither good or bad, but thinking makes it slow.

How poor are they who have not patience, what traffic ever cleared but by degree.

How bitter a thing it is to look into a Fararri and see another man’s eyes!

What’s in a name? That which we call a detour by any other name will still frustrate the heck out of you.

Uneasy lies the road that wears the crown.

The gestures of angry drivers have no eloquence; their fingers are yet unlearned.

The freeway has twelve lanes yet the comutes never does run smooth.

There ‘s daggers in men’s bumpers.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair — from the tailpipe.

Nothing almost sees miracles but horsepower.

Slower and slower and slower, creeps in our petty road pace as we age.

Taffic is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying something whacked out about us.