The other day I'm driving back from the Cape and this red pick-up truck with Maine plates goes screaming past me on 495. They have this makeshift wooden rig attached to the cab with a big Trump sign mounted in it. The gate is down and in the back he has a big stack of these signs. Suddenly after he gets about 50 yards past me a big tie down comes loose and starts unfurling off the back of the truck like a rolled up fire hose. In a split second his load of maybe a 100 Trump for President signs begins flying and flopping through the air all over the highway. I swerved over into the breakdown lane and stopped to avoid slamming into any of them and to avoid the cars that were hopelessly and dangerously swerving to miss the flying Trump debris. As the signs settled to the ground and the traffic began just running over them I pulled back out onto the highway and had a bit of a chuckle at the fact that people were now making their way down the newly christened Trump Highway.

The guy in the red pick-up with Maine plates that made this mess...never slowed down, just kept right on truckin'. I immediately thought you must have been in a rush because the local brewery was releasing a new limited edition IPA that day.