Last night, as Courtney was cooking chicken parm with asparagus and I was shaking my ass to "Jungle Boogie" from the "Pulp Fiction" soundtrack, I got to thinking: has there been a great movie since "Pulp Fiction"?
I was done in by my undying adherence to the "slower traffic keep right" principal. That, or my general incompetence at driving large trucks. No sooner had I eased the 14 foot U-Haul over to the right lane, than it was jolted by the impact of its (really quite sturdy) right outside mirror smashing against a tree leaning a little too far over the road. So long, mirror. Then the steering got squirrelly and I ran over a curb, lurching me to the left. My first thought was of rolling the truck over. When that didn't happen, my second thought was of the state of the shiny, almost-new, not-even-broken-in, 2006 Ducati Monster S2R 800 I just bought, which was strapped down in back.