Notes from the BassMaster Parking Lot

Two things I notice while watching Marina City host 25,000 enthusiastic bass-fishing fans for the Classic this weekend:

1) Drivers unfamiliar with the marina tend to pull in and abruptly Slam On The Brakes ... as if trying to fathom how a massive lake magically appeared in their windshield. An urgent case of STOP is likely to happen anywhere that suits them, but especially when there's 10 vehicles stacked up waiting to get around.
Hint: parking spaces are for stopping. Lanes are for moving. Please.

2) Folks piloting huge SUV's and trucks with 60" tires, quad-shocks on each wheel, 16" lift kits, with off-roading decals and header pipes will pull into Marina City with all the thunder of Thor commandeering Valhalla ... but then slam on the brakes to creep over speed bumps at a snails' pace ... more slowly than I can crawl through calculus equations in my head (and I never took calculus).

I mean if you wanna see the sights, then pull outta the way of folks who know where they're going.

And don't be scared of hitting speed bumps if you're qualified to drive a Big Rig.