yep

it's that time of year, again, when millions of mouth-breathing mental midgets all around the nation suddenly become masters of lashing and knotsmanship; so confident are they in their annually exercised rope skills that they lash trees to the top of their single-seater suburbans and barrel down twisty, dark, single-lane mountain roads spewing and strewing evergreen portions across the pocked concrete, as if they were able to drive capably even without a tenth of a forest loosely and precariously adhered to the top of their double-wide armored grocery transports.

yep, that's the time of year it is.