Punk ass bacon.

The 23 freeway is sometimes the most crowded part of my drive. Eight miles of stop and go right before I finally get to work. With Christmas this week, the 23 has been totally clear. Today was the clearest day of all. So, instead of letting us few who are working this week enjoy the novelty of driving 80 mph on the 23 in the morning, two CHP were stationed along the center divider, watching us. Bastards.