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In my formerly rural neighborhood, there is a major road-widening project underway. So, every morning and lunch hour, to and from work, I am treated to a mile-long parade of greasy workboots & Wranglers, faded orange t-shirts, and gruffy faces capped in tattered NASCAR ball caps. And if I'm on my bike, I can even smell the diesel coming from the CAT(erpillar) tractors.
Grrrrrrrr.
Grrrrrrrr.
