Hitting all the red lights

I despise slow drivers. Especially the ones who drive 3-4 miles below the speed limit. I also hate when I get stuck in a pattern of catching every single yellow light. I don't like congested traffic, especially when I get boxed in by two previously mentioned slow drivers. I don't like getting into my car when it's hot and stuffy but more than that, I hate rolling the windows down because I can't seem to get my hair to blow behind me, it always blows into my face.

But today is a new day. Today is the day that I was begging for and seeking out each and every one of these. Today, it was 84 degrees in Manhattan, KS. Yes, it's March 5 and it feels like May 30. I loved it. I had to force myself back to work after my lunch break. Driving back to work is when I realized I didn't mind driving 27 mph with the windows rolled down and hitting every red light. Heck, the lights would turn yellow and I'd slam on my breaks in an attempt to spend one more minute in the sun. And that stuffy car never felt so fantastic. I didn't even mind the hot steering wheel. This is grilling weather my friends, beer and brats. And that's exactly what my night consisted of, after hitting every red light on the way home.