I guess it's a good thing.
Went to the store. Could barely fit my stuff into all my storage-es. But wait, had to stop at the barbaque place and get a two quarts of fixens for supper. All on the scooter and in my luggage-es.
No one tried to kill me, cut me off or take my lane and I had to wait on everybody else being slow.
I like these days, but to tell you truth, sometime I like the games the cagers play.
I'm always ready for them to try to kill me so a day like this is like a day off from the war.