Driving home from work the other night on the freeway, I was passed by one of those fast red sports/muscle cars Detroit is making today – a Dodge Viper or some such.

Albuquerque’s “rush hour” is not much to speak of, not really a traffic jam, just enough congestion to keep you from going any faster than anyone else, which is always a little bit slower than some people seem to want to go. Such was the case with Viper Man, as he changed back and forth from lane to lane, looking for an opening that would allow him to go slightly faster, saving no more than a second or two with each move.

He seemed so muscularly, testosteronely out of place, all dressed up in that silly red Viper, that he reminded me of Disco Stu, desperately making move after move and going nowhere.