90 is fairly usual if you've gotta get somewhere, most people cruise at 80 and then you get
In our defense it's probably not that we forget what ring to read, by then we're just terrified in general by the fact that we're already trying to do 80mph in a 70 zone and people, for the last four days, have still been roaring up behind us, flashing their lights and readying the ram plate to run us into the Atlantic when we're already in the far right lane and we don't understand why. At least, my first and only trip to Montana was like that. Including running us into the Atlantic and yes running us into it from Montana, that's how aggressive some of the drivers were.
In some cities the right lane is a passing lane too (not officially mind you)
How much sugar was in that cake...?Mercy is for the beak !!
Coot coot motherfrackin coot!!!
I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me!
Also, sweep the leg!
So I'm guilty of this, sometimes. Interstate limit around here (once you get out of the city) is 70. If I'm on a leisure trip and traffic is mostly light, I'll set cruise to 72-74 and hang out in the right hand lane, shifting over for trucks and entrance ramps, as needed. I'll regularly pass people in the lane left of me, who often give me a shitty look, but I firmly believe if you're getting passed on the right (by regular traffic, not the speed racer assholes) you have no one to blame but yourself.
In many states this is the law - if you're not passing, stay right. That's what the "Slower Traffic Keep Right" signs are for or "Left Lane for Passing" signs. Granted - yesterday somebody passed me on the right shoulder doing 60 in a 50, wasn't even a lane.
Yeah for sure. But there's also often a law against passing on the right. Or at least some amount of social taboo. And sorry, no. I'm not going to change 2 lanes to the left, then back 2 lanes to the right just because someone is scared of both the speed limit and the right lane.
I have it on good authority that there was no room for baby Jesus.
I'm not sure if there's another origin for that quote, but I got the "room for baby Jesus" thing from learning to Blues dance, which is a VERY close dance. The good teachers always told us to tuck our groins back and "leave room for baby Jesus."
As documented in Luke. Angel just shows and says, "Surprise, you're preggers!"*
Pretty sure that's how it reads in the NASB (New American Shavano Bible) translation.
It sucks because ribs have been my go to for smoking, and if I did them on my WSM they would have been fine. At least I didn't screw up pulled pork!If it's any consolation, my first thought when I read "rib failure" was "Oh no, crombie somehow broke his rib; that's gotta hurt!"
Not that having a cooking failure isn't also quite annoying, so you have my sympathies. Just different from what was originally planned.
For the record, 28 minutes later I still haven't gotten that text.
Yea, it's been tough recently hasn't it? Not helped by a chronic shortage in the necessary meds.
I know to most Americans foreign units are just made up nonsense that have no meaning; in fact it is possible through crafty foreign wizardry to convert between their units and ours by multiplying by a constant.
Axel F from Beverly Hills Cop, by the legendary Harold Faltermayer. He also did the Top Gun Anthem and won two
For many years, most American units have been defined in SI units multiplied by a constant. An inch is exactly 2.54000000000000000(Etc) cm.
<grumble> The one time I try to meet the Americans half-way I get the Australians up my digeridoo...
