Many of “my kind” work at night. The reasons are many. I’m pretty lucky though for we have a couple 24 hour Starbucks in town.

Yes, I need to hit the highway to get there, and that’s fun when I grab the right keys. Tonight it was not fun.

This picture is AFTER I put the wheel BACK IN the tire - a fun puzzle.

FINALLY - the snow is gone and the sand pretty much cleaned up so I hit the gas on the on-ramp.

Now, my time of “badgeing out” has certainly expired in most jurisdictions so I know that’s not why the cop that saw me hit 80 when my rear tire shredded just watched and didn’t ticket me - he was amused.

So he laughed and otherwise irritated me while I changed a tire on the side of the road. The amount of smoke was surprising and the cop lights bouncing around made onlookers think there was a pretty bad accident ahead.

When I finished he said “guess everyone loses a race at times, but you were alone” lolol

Hardy-freakin’-har.

That’s an expensive coffee.