I was driving up 360 in Austin on my way to the wonderful deliciousness of Baby Acapulco’s wonderful purple margaritas. I was rushing. I noticed a car on the opposite side of the road. There was a man in front of it. The hood was opened. When I was parallel I saw him beating the engine with a tire jack. The car was a gold Lexus. He was a white male dressed in khakis and smart pollo. I imagine he was on his way somewhere important and had car troubles. He probably always had car troubles. Maybe he hated that car. Maybe he felt that car was the reason for all the misfortunes in life. It was a sight to see.
My takeaway from that moment is that I need to drive with my camera in my lap.