Just one more, please.
Back in the late ‘70’s, while living in Lawrence, we were building houses in Olathe, which is about a 30 mile drive of 4-lane Highway. My dad and I worked together, so we often rode together. One winter morning we were on our way to work after a fairly heavy snow (about 4” on the highway). It was really slick, but we were in a 4-WD pickup doing about 40 mph, when a large sedan went FLYING past us in the inside lane.Dad said “WOW, that guys sure in a hurry”. He must have been doing at least 60.
Well....less than a minute later, we saw a huge “cloud” of snow ahead and when we caught up to it, there was the sedan, sitting down in the center median facing the opposite direction, and buried in snow. Dad and I looked at each other, laughed, and drove on to Olathe. ( yeah I know; not very Christian-like) Sorry Buddy ......