Today I was driving through a residential neighborhood in Chapel Hill. Lovely little town which is home to UNC, famous for the talents of a young Michael Jordan and the great Psycho T. I was enjoying my first rain-free day in about a week when a curious yellow diamond caution sign appeared on my right. Now at home, we curtail speeding through residential and business districts with the use of speed bumps which I normally absorb unnoticed in my full-size Chevrolet. And we don't really have to post signs to let you know that they are there. But I was so intrigued by this particular sign that I allowed myself a few extra moments to take it in, because I was confused as to what it meant. The hazard about which the sign was warning, was thrust upon me (or rather below me) while I was distracted. Before I could take evasive action, my vehicle was flung into the air like it was a 1969 orange Dodge Charger. At this point, I got the picture (quite literally with my .4 megapixel camera in my iphone, so its blurry but what do you want for being 6 feet in the air at 40 mph.) It turns out that here they have dispensed with the less impactful "speed bumps" and have constructed much more meaningful "speed humps." Of course, I thought such a thing was an entirely different matter.
The incident has raised the question of whether or not I should be painting some kind of flag on the hood of my car. We'll see what lengths I will go to be assimilated into the culture here.
2 comments:
giggle.
you wouldn't even have felt it with a titan.
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