Something always seems to happen to me to make me think that rock bottom would be a step up.
Here's the most recent example.
This little bit happened near the Tacoma dome while I was on my way to Seattle tonight to catch the Monday Night Football game. (Great game by the way...)
(In case you don't know this about me... my car is my baby. I love that car more then most anything in this world. I'm planning on bringing my kids home from the hospital in that thing.)
So the drivers side fender got bent, and the headlight/turn signal assembly got totally taken out.
Good old stop and go traffic...
And now, I can effectively kiss my license good bye once and for all.
It's things like this that make me not believe in god.
If you ever want to do something down right terrifying, try driving from Seattle to Portland in very very hard rain at night, with only one functioning headlight, and shitty as fuck wiper blades. I couldn't see a damn thing.