Nothing makes for a jolly commute like a hefty pair of balls flopping around merrily below a breast cancer awareness license plate on a 2012 Cadillac Escalade. I didn't keep the camera on, but of course I had to cruise up beside the truck to see who was driving. 'Twas a well-dressed black lady in her mid-fifties with an oblivious, Zen-like smirk on her face. Like a high school administrator taking the day off and listening to a meditation CD.
Did a disgruntled student exact revenge under the cover of night? I hope so.
To further garnish my exceptional ride in this morning, I found this backdoor beauty turning right in front of my office building.
069 ANL would have been just slightly better.