The Fucktard of the Week™ and his insurance company finally returned a phone call, so my Acura TL will be going in the shop tomorrow morning for two weeks. Apparently, the bumper cover and fender will be hand painted by a team of highly trained Japanese monks whose productivity is measured in square centimeters per day. The monks are also in a union.

Since I love my Acura more than anything else in the world*, I decided to spend a little quality time with her this evening before she goes away. So I took the fun way up to an oxymoron and came back down a route The Professor showed me in the days of way back. The aforementioned route consists of a nice twisty two lane road lined with overpriced starter castles fronting like an old money enclave. Nothing beats the sound of VTEC echoing off the houses in bourgeoisie Atlanta subdivisions.

notes:

* Except maybe my internet porn collection.