Electric Josh

So on a particular stretch of highway (shown here before its recent renovation) that constitutes part of my commute home there are no lines on the roads. Four lanes of Interstate highway with two lanes merging in from the left and one from the right, all just before another exit on the right, which is, in turn, just before another on ramp on the right, which is several hundred yards before yet another exit on the right—and then all that traffic switches lanes anyway so the semis can get out of the left lane and the commuters can get into the HOV lane on the left—this is the stretch with no lines on the road. Had I not spent an extra 30 minutes sitting in traffic today I might even write a long funny piece about it. Kind of a catch-22, you see. One assumes that the paint situation is temporary.
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Go, Howard, go!
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