On Saturday morning, this guy hauled his dock
(bearing no flags, rags, or signs) along Front Street.
It was definitely a wide load, with the dock extending well
into the opposing lane of traffic.
Even though he had held up traffic behind him
as he crept along, he still had to time to stop and
converse for a short while when he was crossing
the railroad tracks.
He drove through River Park . . .
. . . and released the dock at the ramp, with
no tethers and with no one attending to it . . .
. . . until his buddies gave chase and caught it.