On my walk to the downtown library I was met by an eruption of sudden loud noise and noxious fumes. A nominally white beater of a car pulled out of The Vault parking lot and was haltingly making its way elsewhere. With many a belch and crackle and cloud of exhaust.

I felt a headache kick in and thought I'd best distract myself, maybe by figuring out just what sort of car that was so I could perhaps report it to some Authority that could make it stop. I squinted to see what was written on the car but then quickly looked away when I discovered that the solo driver, while halted at a red light, was gesticulating wildly. I think to himself and the situation at large.

Once done at the library, I walked back towards my eventual goal of Bayview. Once on Capitol Way I noticed that an eerie calm had settled. In this calm rolled a long white limo. Silent, no visible exhaust, windows darkened so I could not tell what the inhabitants were doing.

The beater car had been headed somewhat towards the Dome. The sleek limo away from the Dome. I'm determined to come up with something wise and pithy to say about this. Certainly the two white cars of such contrast can be used in an eloquent metaphor.

I've no clue how to do so, though. And I still have that headache.