Driving Shaman

I now wish I had been paying much closer attention. If only I could remember the exact number of long and short beeps, the formation of the creative hand gestures and the exact wording of the charm that went something like "You [people who do genetically inadviseable things], just get off the [act of procreation] road" uttered in a voice that carried over at least four lanes. And I'm quite positive that the repetition of this mystical ritual is what caused the gridlock to break up.

And that was probably incense pouring from your tailpipe.