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kobekko

Don't let the Llamas get you down, doc. Us power weavers just gotta be thankful that most will never understand that driving is a sport.

Living in a modern city in CA deprives me of one of my favorite aspects of the sport, one that I used to love in my Green Bay youth: timing the signals. Here, all of the major lights are triggered and timed by traffic conditions. Back in those pre-computer dark ages, you could learn the timing of every light in town, and end up beating a "direct route" driver by very significant times by sneaking off this way, or cutting through that way, and planning on a right-on-red here and knowing of an extra long yellow there. For better or worse, those days are gone, long gone.

... until I move to Casper. HA ha ha.

-jra

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