On a recent roadtrip to Lamont, California, I caught this sign of the times. When the gas stations have to start duct taping their signs together, Armageddon can't be far. Now, loyal readers are asking... where the hell is Lamont and why the hell did you go there? Mz. Michela's lead foot got her yet again, and she was pegged for driving 94 over the grapevine. Such a speed precludes automatic traffic school, so I took me a wee trip up the street to Lamont to beg for a pass, "Just this once, sir, your honor, sir." I must have had a cute top on that day or something; traffic school was approved. And the road trip wasn't a complete waste. More gems like the one below to follow.