perfidy

The road I grew up on is a beaut to drive, the two well paved lanes running alongside a lovely lake in sweeping curves and gently undulating hills through the backcountry of Nutsack Township, Ohio. It also happens to be the best route from Stinktown to Nutsack Township if you don't want to take the highway. The result: speedway. Every summer you can sit on the porch and watch the cars shooting past at 60, 70, 80 miles per hour. Every winter you can sit indoors and listen for the crunch of metal on tree. The brother of a friend of mine once got busted by his parents as they passed him doing 110 the other way on the long slow curve past the lake; knowing that the police never patrolled that particular stretch of Ohio roadway, he asked them later, "Well who's gonna catch me... the squirrel patrol?"

Turns out we should all watch our backs. Loyal reader #0017/EDog sent me this link, a story of fear and squirrelling on the back of a high-horsepower Valkyrie hog that made me laugh so hard pizza came out my nose. Which hurt a lot.