Fucky fucky fuck-ass fuck.
I take the Earhart Expressway home every day. There are no exits between where I get on the Expressway and where it ends in plain old Earhart Boulevard.
As I got on the Expressway yesterday I noticed three things:
As a rule, you shouldn't drive thirty miles an hour on anything named "Expressway." People honk and make rude hand gestures.
But I did!