Mine life hath passeth before mine eyes.
Today I boldly traversed the newest addition to a section of freeway referred to as the Springfield Mixing Bowl. It is a mile long feels like 15 miles high scare-the-crap-out-of-me highway flyover from the inner loop to 95 southbound. Now I don't much like heights and I truly don't like bridges. This is a terrifying combination of the two. Gotta admit, my heart rate was already soaring when the goddamn check engine light in my car lit up to add to my discomfort.
Good news is I survived but I was all the way to Woodbridge before my palms stopped sweating. Better news is it makes that merge on to 95 south a breeze.
Bad news is my check engine light is still on. Ack well, at least I didn't fly off the edge into oblivion and crash onto the freeway 15 miles below.
It's a good day indeed.