Hay, Bob, remember that white Blazer that ran up against your rear bumper flashing its lights for you to get your slow-ped ass out of its way...?
(GRIN)


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Bob Walkden wrote:

I don't think you need worry much about the way people drive in North Carolina. I've driven there. Imagine if Lethargic Barbie had swallowed a few Prozac, wrapped herself in candy floss, and was driving a pink car with marshmallow wheels on a road made of cotton wool that had been washed with an extra dose of fabric softener. And she was slowing down because she was passing the Teletubby hospital at sleepy-time.

That's what driving in North Carolina is like.


-- graywolf http://graywolfphoto.com

"You might as well accept people as they are,
you are not going to be able to change them anyway."




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