Doing a little driving

I drive the same route out of DC every day. Left out of the parking garage into an alley with a dump truck that says "Tenleytown Trash." How does an independent dump-truck company stay in business? Left on Kenyon into the heart of the never-ending construction. The same women every day holds the sign that says "slow." I wonder what it is like to know that you could be replaced by a bucket of sand. Why has she worn a turtleneck sweater everyday since the beginning of the summer? Left on 14th Street. Why do they even bother putting the "no left turn sign" up? Cruising past the new park on the left--which may or may not be named after Barack Obama--I wonder why it closed for a few weeks after its grand opening for what appeared to be a complete renovation. I am sure a consultant/former girlfriend of Marion Barry was involved. Next comes the gas station with the worst coffee in the world and Clifton Terrace. Rumor has it that the boys and girls from this apartment complex are beefing with some young'ens from another complex on Girard. What could the issue be? Do they even remember? Down the hill and approaching U street the traffic usually gets a little wacky. Bicyclists rocket down the hill past the McDonalds that was recently closed for a health code violation and traffic snarls as cars and buses navigate turning with pedestrians and no turn lane. Evasive manuevering and to the other side of U past the cleaning crews lining up for their shifts. Poorly timed lights lead to stopping at P and waiting only to stop again at Florida and contemplate a parrallel park & pit stop at Caribou Coffee. Florida passess and Thomas circle is ahead. A few mornings a week the ambitious and dedicated are running up the steps at the the National Christian Church. WTOP tells me that I-270 is backed-up and god help you if you are on I-95 heading into the city. Left on M street and two more Caribou coffees and one Edible Arrangements (gross?) later I cruise by Steph's work after a left on 19th. A quick exit and kiss from my passenger and its a right on K. Under a traffic circle, possibly running a light and left towards the Watergate. The homeless shanty town under the overpass is really impressive. It's not that its vast but rather that the small area appears to have several tents that are interconnected. I believe that one person has made their own personal mansion in this little space. Why do the cops never mess with this particular District denizen? Oh well, on the highway now crossing the Potomac. Rowers cut through the water on their early morning routine. I think back on my time rowing, realizing that no matter how little I miss it, some of the most surreal and serene moments I've experienced were on the water. With the Potomac behind me, the buildings of Rosslyn take up the view. All I know for sure about Rosslyn is that it is the Las Colinas of Northern Virginia and that it's best avoided.