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One fall a number of years ago, I was heading out on a route with a new International dairy truck at about 5:30 AM. Starting down a long hill a few miles out of town, I suddenly thought,"If I hit a deer, the fiberglass hood on this thing is gonna be wrecked."
That thought hit me so hard I not only let up on the throttle, but braked. About 5 seconds later, out of the dark on the left a big doe runs up on to the road and manages to cross just in front of the truck.
I've learned to listen to those little voices.
The consistant one for me has been "guessing" the sex of unborn children our friends (and now children of our frinds) are expecting. I don't think about it. I just seem to have the information. No idea why.
Best
Les
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Best
Les
My train of thought has been replaced by a bumper car.
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