Friday morning my twentysix mile ride to work was the "commute from hell". We had a lot of black ice jam up the interstates around Atlanta and it took me almost two hours to get to work on alternate backroads. I passed a USPS tractor trailor that was off the road sticking up at a forty-five degree angle with a smashed up small SUV about half the length it originally was. I felt sorry for my competitor, these guys and gals are working just as hard as we do for less.