My second worst experience was being caught in an impromptu traffic jam/parade at 7:55 a.m. on Friday when a dozen or more hot rods were waiting to cross a thoroughfare at an intersection where there isn't a traffic light. After a few minutes of absolute standing still (while on a deadline), I K-turned away from the exhaust in my face and took a different route.
The worst experience was today when I was following two World War II-era pickup trucks tricked out to belch coal-black smoke from fat pipes. On purpose. They made me want to have the whole event done away with immediately.
As an antidote, I present an art car I saw recently:



Breathe breathe breathe as long as you're not right next to a car or truck that's rolling coal.
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