Never in a Hurry
The overanxious sportbike rider had tucked himself right behind the left rear bumper of the station wagon and couldn’t see the possible danger. I was now saying to myself, “Don’t go, pal . . .the wagon may have to stop and you won’t have room to clear the intersection. Don’t do it, DON’T DO IT.”
And then I screamed out loud in my helmet, “NOOOO !”
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