A beautiful feeling -- a lane all to myself on Busch Blvd -- even if it was for only a half-mile.
With Starbucks closing stores, they're peeling out every game plan in the book -- even dressing up people in banana costumes and asking them to convince drivers to pull into Starbucks restaurants.
The driver of this truck flew right next to me, blared his horn and then took off on Nebraska Avenue. But I caught up with him and snapped off a photo of his license plate. If you're in a position to find out the identity behind this plate, I'd love to know.
Here it is.
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