[widebody911]

I've been driving the bus while the 911 is down with a broken steering rack. Taking the slow boat gives me a different viewpoint on the driving going on around me.

For example, yesterday on the way home, I witnessed two un-freakin-believable rice moves.

The first one was at the scales on w/b 80, between Roseville and Sacramento. Traffic was moving a bit sluggish, and the scales were closed. A bold, enterprising ricer decided to use the scales as a route around the rest of the pack - he shot thru the scales at what had to be 60+. Unfortunately, there were 2 CHP bikers kickin' it behind the scale office. I say "unfortunately" because they were so involved in their male bonding or whatever motorcycle cops do behind buildings, that the didn't give him the time of day.

The second episode was at the corner of Winding Way & Auburn Blvd. I was thurning left onto Winding, as were a zillion cars in front of me and behind me, when a ricer comes up in the #1 (non-turn) lane, and turns left, screaming (farting) and squealing around the cars that are turning, passing them all on the right thru the turn.