To paraphrase the great poet Whitney Houston,
"Give me one moment in time ... when I'm in a German engineered car and 30 yards away from a ramp".
This was my moment of glory, all that was missing was 2 guys walking a comedically large pane of glass into the street.
Seconds later a lycra-clad middle-aged jogger gave me the stink eye because she believed she had the right of way.
Don't you know who I am bitch? I'm the Dukes of Hazard, Evel Knievel and maybe Eddie Kidd (look him up), all rolled into one.
No, of course I didn't say that. Instead I profusely apologized (which means I held up my left hand and both eye-brows), and proceeded to drive to work at the recommended speed limit.
Hardly Thelma, or Louise.