I suppose I shouldn't be thinking at all when I'm filtering between the cars and trucks, rather relying on instinct and sensory input, holding to a meditative state. But think, I do, and I'm often surprised at what comes bubbling up. Work, home, love, life... it's all there, open for analysis and inspection, while I'm buzzing between big Dualies with hinged mirrors and slow-poke Hybrids. Hybrids! Why do they drive 'em so slow, I just can't figure it out... Occasionally a life-saving jolt breaks through the mental fog, and reminds to look to my own mirrors, as the man in East Bay black on a rat bike decides he wants to share the "motorcycle lane" with me. Sure, fine, no problem mang. Mind the side cases on the GS, eh? Time for another round of pothole patrol, and to take up the issue with CalTrans and CHP. There has got to be a way for a single citizen such as myself to get fast action on the gaping maw abyss there on eastbound I-80 just off the Bridge, center lane. As well, the rough interface between lanes 1 and 2 on 680 near Danville. Somebody send out the crews to fix these things, and I bet they have a phone on their desk.