Riding bitch in a Honda Karma
“You’re inviting some bad karma,” my wife said before she shut up. That I had already picked up a speeding ticket and sat in stop-and-go traffic for a few hours didn’t seem to factor into her calculations about my karma. Seemed to me like I’d already run afoul of the karma-harpy. Driving home from Florida on the Sunday after Thanksgiving is the travel equivalent of having Chinese water torture on your testicles. Don’t ask me how I know. “As you drive through our city, county, and state, we’d