A Brit in the US

It being a lovely warm day and the start of a week devoid of the hassles of work, I'd arranged with the curvaceously delicious Lucinda to explore Table Rock. Thus, early in the morning just before Crack of dawn, perhaps we should call it Crack of Sharon, Lucinda's motorbike roared into the yard. Stepping off the throbbing beast between her never ending legs, she headed to my car and thus started the adventure. The drive up was not uneventful. There were as many bad drivers on the interstate as on the regular roads including those passing me as though I was standing still and those that tailgates me as I did 70mph! As usual, not once did a police car appear and apprehend the dangerous drivers. One must assume that the police that are laughably alleged to be patrolling the interstate looking for dangerous drivers are too busy patrolling donut and coffee shops. Isn't it strange that nobody ever robs a Krispy Kreme or a Dunkin Donuts? The most immediately apparent featur