My life as Constitution Ave.Crasher

Since living in Virginia, I've been privileged to spend most of my week ends in the fabulous District of Columbia. Washington is one of the most romantic, high energy places AND its CLEAN yet political. There are very few times that you can put both those words in the same sentence. Over the past couple of years friends from all over have come to visit for the week end. Lynchburg, Virginia doesn't exactly bring the most exciting times, so I normally bring my guests for a little Canadian tour of the heart of America. In February my friends Robby, Alex, Bobby and Tyler came to visit me from Arizona. My vespa doesn't carry a party of six so we borrowed our friend Leslie's car. The day was going smoothly, we'd already seen a bunch of monuments and walked a crazy distance. We parked her car on constitution avenue as we grabbed lunch and saw Abe and some of the War memorials. It was approaching rush hour and we saw a flush of traffic. All of a sudden I had an awful feeling that the place we'd parked was in a tow zone. I started running towards the White House parking and saw that Leslie's Mazda 3 was now hooked up to a tow truck and heading back into the rush hour traffic on Constitution Avenue. My first instinct was to start yelling... so I did. I ran right through the street dodging traffic until I reached the truck. The driver rolled down his window as I begged him to let my car go. He looked at me with a pathetic look that said "if you didn't look so stupid, I'd have ignored you ten minutes ago when I saw you running down the ave." He let the car go and left me with the most relieved feeling EVER! As I recollected myself I looked around and realized I'd started a terrible traffic jam with my shenanigans. After many dirty looks and a loss of some serious nerve I was ready to bring Leslie back her car safely.