After riding past the youth baseball fields in the Olmos Basin tonight, I find it hard to believe that Detroit can't sell enough SUV's to pay the bills. That's all there was. I couldn't count the number of black Tahoes* and Suburbans if I used all my digits (that's 21), much less all the other colors/makes/models that I saw. And if the driving skills of those parents are any indication, they'll be wrecking the current ones and having to buy new ones at a steady pace. The embarassing thing about it was that I recognized a lot of those people as friends from high school. Then again, I remember how they drove when we were in school together, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised when they do their best to run me over. Or maybe they just recognized me and wanted to take care of some unfinished business.
*I was counting black Tahoe's because my sister and my cousin each have one, so I can't point any fingers here. They're (basically) good people.
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