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I was feeling the love from other drivers Saturday. I managed to get cut off, have to swerve entirely out of my lane, slam my brakes on, or honk obnoxiously at people no less than seven times. Because I own a beetle, when I honk at them they look angrily at me, then realize that […]

For the love of god, people – think of the cones. I was once one of those people. You know the ones that could look at a traffic cone and not think twice about stopping to help? Well, no more, my friends.

I was cruising out and about in the city on a fine spring day when what should I wander upon but this?