on Troost, like I said before.
This man was not impressed with the new-and-improved signals waiting-to-be-revealed by the City of Kansas City, Mo. at 19th and Troost. He stopped at the red, rolled, really, and decided that "no traffic ever comes through here, I'm going."
He's like a manifestation of the thoughts I always have there and a block north/east/west as well.
Still, there's me still sitting there like a sucker while he drives off up the hill.
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