Don’t let the dragon drag on

Be smooth. Lift.

An hour in traffic can really kill the buzz of an otherwise good day.

This was a surprisingly good Monday. The Six Bricks team was in the house during LeadMD Team Week, and I got to catch up with some cool, former teammates.

Got a lot done. Documented a few really exciting ideas. Hit the road.

And I-17 was a dumpster fire. Rude, inconsiderate assholes forcing their way into my lane over and over again, as though being able to use the HOV lane somehow means you’re more important than everyone else.

I drifted back and forth between prioritizing bumpers, sliders, and a possible exo cage (intentionally roughed up against trees and rocks to show a willingness to smash into things) over much needed brake work, and the power to choose, as explained in the “This is Water” video.

Got home. And everyone had a rough day. Tried to bounce back, but sometimes you just can’t.

And that’s how an hour in traffic can sabotage an otherwise good day.

We need to pump the brakes on trifling bullshit like this, but we can avoid such bullshit altogether if we just drive smooth and lift off the gas a bit.

TPS Report: All the Red Lights

I left the interview just after 4PM. I knew I’d catch rush hour traffic out of downtown Phoenix. What I didn’t know what the rest of the day would be a test.

Long story short, I got stuck in rolling gridlock on surface streets in 117* weather. For about two hours. Fezzik wasn’t having it, overheated, and forced me into the pits at a QT for a cool-down. Pulling the check engine light codes revealed a cylinder 3 misfire and throttle position sensor (TPS) issues.

Two hours later, I had completed my typically-30-minute drive home. We went to Outback for dinner, where we got the easily distracted, yet friendly, waiter. Then we went to Sprouts to get groceries for our camping trip, where the honeydew melons weren’t scanning. It was like I caught a year’s worth of red lights in a single evening.

And sometime just before midnight, I got that TPS sensor roughly dialed in, buttoned Fezzik back up, completed a road test, and went to bed. You know, exactly the way you want to spend the night before a 9AM presentation-style interview for the big job.