Watch your head

Calendar update -- tomorrow is the Park City Marathon! I'll be flying solo on this one as none of the Salt Lake Farmhands were men enough to attempt it. I will give kudos to John as he should be up there to watch or run a few. This is stop #4 on the road of the Grand Slam (Salt Lake, Ogden, Deseret News, Park City, Top of Utah aka Logan, and St. George).

Random road rage:
I was driving to work (in dangerous Cougar town – I have my Crimson Kevlar vest each day just for protection) and passed a semi pulling a big tractor on the trailer. On the back was a big sign that said “Wide Load”. I was close to Pleasant Grove and thought I’d take a picture and send it to my friend Mac who lives in PG and as a joke say, “what are you doing on the freeway heading south? Don’t you work in Salt Lake?”
About 10 seconds after I took the photo (trying to get it from my phone to the IT box), as I was trying to change lanes to pass him, I hear this loud BANG. I look up to see a cloud of dust and shrapnel flying everywhere. Rock chips, glass shards, and brake lights were all I could see. It was like being in a desert windstorm (not that I have, but this is what I imagined it would look like). I slammed on my brakes and started praying that the glass I saw wasn’t from my window.
Turns out the semi clipped the American Fork exit’s overpass and smashed the cab of the tractor that was being pulled. Talk about excitement for the morning. Funny thing was, it kind of reminded me of Mac (he’s definitely not overweight), just tall enough to forget to duck when walking under doorways and hits his head every now and then.

Thought for the day:
"Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows it must outrun the fastest lion or it will be killed.
Every morning in Africa, a lion wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the slowest gazelle, or it will starve.
It doesn't matter whether you're a lion or a gazelle -- when the sun comes up, you'd better be running. "