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To: Crocodile who wrote (38461)	9/22/1999 9:37:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

Wow, Croc. Nail on head. Nail on head. Again, the analogy is precise ~ you have a real way with realizing these. Presenting and illustrating these analogies. I have been in SO many traffic jams along the RollerBall freeway into Portland, where the cause was people slowing to see the other Mad Max takeouts flaming up. It's turning into a literally daily occurrence. But still the maze rats un-comprehend. Or else, they simply can't do nothin else. I understand that, but I ain't gonna do it. And it extends from there into everything else they do. But I can't do it. If I'm caught in that fabric at all, instead of exhibiting the tolerance the rest of the herd exhibits, my Oh-God-Let-Me-Out-I'll-Be-Good-I'm-Sick Panic Button goes off. I swear I'll never go back. I had to go to Portland quite a few times for a technical project that would end around five o'clock, when it was insanity to take a clutched car or mind on the freeway. THAT's one of the times I discovered the comforts of naked beautiful women and coffee. I mean you might not be able to use that, but coming out of there at 6:30 with a clear highway and a clear head was pretty nice. Another thing I learned to do was use my expert knowledge of the backroads of Portland to take me to the rare-rhododendron gardens of my favorite nursery. While everyone else was on the road, I would be sitting in a greenhouse full of extremely rare (and sometimes unique) tropical rhododendrons. Fragrances you will literally never smell anywhere else. Then I would exit to a quiet, moonlit road. And probably arrive home six minutes later than the dorks.

To: Crocodile who wrote (38461)	9/22/1999 11:22:00 PM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

I was feeling a little bad reading your and Gaugie's posts, because I live in a big metropolitan area, and fight the second worst traffic in the country, after Los Angeles. I am sure that if you were next to me in some of the things I have to deal with, it would freak you out. I say that with certainty, because my own father got pissed off at me in Manhattan, because I was driving as aggressively as the taxicab drivers. When it comes to commuting, I think of myself as a samurai. It's combat, and I am an adept, a force to be reckoned with, a master. It's a dirty business, but somebody's got to do it.