God Damn Slow Dreamy Reno Drivers

I can't stand driving on the freeways around here. Everyone tootles along at 5 miles under the speed limit in a dreamy, preoccupied fashion. It doesn't matter what time of the day or night it is--always, it's 60 mph or less.

Doot doot doot. Driving on the highway. Don't want to go too fast. Certainly don't want to go the speed limit. Don't really need to be anywhere. Just enjoying my commute to and/or from work. Turn signals? No thank you. Just going wherever. Lanes are subjective. Uh oh, here comes an interchange of some sort. Better slow down a little.

Deedle eedle ee. Better slow down even more if I see a cop. I get extra points for driving slower than the speed limit. It's like credit against ever getting a ticket. The cop sees me and writes my license plate number down and then it gets entered into a computer and then I get points. It's like a video game. The slowest, most boring video game ever invented.

Beep beep boop. Oh, that wasn't me honking my horn. I was just singing as I drive. No one honks here, except for that one California native in the CRV with the Willie Nelson license plate holder. That lady's not very nice. She's lived here for 10 years, you'd think by now she'd have realized how pleasant it is to just drift about town like everyone else does.

La la la la. Maybe I don't feel like turning when the left turn light turns green. Maybe I'll just sit here until it goes to yellow. Then red. Pretty. The people behind me aren't honking. They don't mind. Don't ever speed up when merging onto the freeway. Those guys will slow down for me. Don't ever move over to help people trying to merge onto the freeway. Those guys will find a way in.

Everyone's okay. Everything's okay. Reno driving.

Another classic Reno craigslist missed connection

Reno Costco 3 years ago Christmas - m4w (Reno)

You were shopping with your Mom Saturday about a week before Christmas.
Then I saw you there again the following Saturday looking for last minute gifts.
I held back from saying hello as I was in a relationship at the time.
I am no longer bound by such circumstance and I think of you often.
If you are still in the Reno area and happen to stumble upon this please reply.

Tennis

From Reno by Max Miller, 1941:

“Tennis does not amount to much in Reno, one reason being the altitude, another reason being the tough winters. I have been to the main tennis club, and I have watched them play on the public courts next to the Truckee River, and the playing was god-awful."