It was the sky’s fault, of course.
Seriously, who could keep their eyes on the road with such a stunning parorama spread out above them?
The police were suspicious at first, but after my third one-car accident with no trace of alcohol or drowsiness, they started to believe me.
After the last accident, the officer told me he would give me a ticket if he even saw me driving on a nice day.
Oh well. I wonder if there’s such a thing as a glass-roofed bus.