A tale of a clever driver:
To get from my mom’s house in Summerlin, Nevada to the Harry Reid International Airport in Las Vegas, I have two options. I could ask my mom, aka Lead Foot Linda, for a ride. Or, I could do something my mom told me never to do—get into a car with a stranger. […]
The story of how he almost traded his car1 with his Lyft driver is a delight.
Which was at that point waiting for him back in Las Vegas, waiting on a replacement catalytic convertor)↩︎