You know what I saw on the road today on my morning commute? A beautiful wood-paneled green station wagon, like the one in the picture. With suitcases -- REAL, hard-sided, no-wheels-just-a-handle-to-lug-them-around-with suitcases -- strapped on top. Held on with bungee cords.
The driver wasn't talking on a phone. He wasn't looking into his lap every 8 seconds, texting, while swerving into the next lane. [Unlike the lady in front of me. I'm still mad at her!]
No, he was driving. D.R.I.V.I.N.G. And only driving. That dude is a freakin' revolutionary in this day and age, and my new hero!!
Where were you going, Wagon Man? I'll never know. I hope you were gassing up before picking up the family back at home for a mid-week vacation. Gas prices be damned! But maybe it was all a prop and you were on your way to a movie set.
I don't give a damn, frankly. You made my day. Safe travels, Wagon Man. Safe travels.