On the way to work I drive under an under-construction spaghetti nest of overpasses. Ultimately it will join this and that. The ramps up are built. The overpass superstructure is complete. I thought they might be almost finished — it has been a few year.
And then I looked through the sunroof:
Nope, not quite ready to drive on that yet.
The famous lakeside sign pointing out to the freeway. You actually have to stop to get at a good shot of it. I never seem to be going by it on a day when the skies cooperate and I am not running behind on my way from there to here, or, worse, here to there.
Maybe I should make a category called windshield time. It would be well populated.
