Copyright © 2001 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
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All over the road, from lane to lane, a tire jumps off the curb. The brake lights, and all of the sudden stops, it must be that invisible cow ahead? 70 miles an hour then 35, keep driving like this and you won't be alive. To all other drivers, this guy is a danger. Worse than those Firestones on Ford Exploders or Rangers. This kid I'm behind, must be a drunk punk. His front end will end up in somebodies trunk. No wait that's my Uncle, he's on his way, to take Grandma home, at the end of the day. I really think they need one of those little plastic St. Christopher's to ride on the dash.