I have done the drive between Indy and K-town at least twenty times and yesterday was maybe only the fourth time that I had no need to make use of the windshield wipers for any part of the journey. I'm thinking of hiring myself out during droughts.
Whoever designed the interchange between I-64 West and I-65 North in Louisville should be horsewhipped through the public square. Vigorously.
Speaking of Kentucky, they had a "Revenue Enhancement Zone" stretching from just north of the Tennessee border seemingly halfway to Corbin. Not a worker in sight, just the occasional forlorn-looking orange barrel and 55-mph signs everywhere, along with the ominous "Double Fine" warnings.
Dear Slob in the Toyota Tundra: How you got your truck all beat up and that much trash blowing around in the bed in only three years I'll never know, but when I'm forced to trail behind you in the left lane at 69MPH for miles on end, wondering when your nasty collection of styrofoam takeout trays and McDonald's bags was going to wind up on my hood, and I finally pass and hit "resume", it takes a lot of gall to start tailgating me at 80, that's all I'm saying.
It was 80 at high noon in West Knox when I left; when I arrived home at 5:30, the thermometer in the Bimmer was reading as high as 91 humid, sticky degrees Fahrenheit in some places here in Indy. Somebody needs to inform Gaia that it's supposed to be cooler up here than down there.