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resident samsquamch
Join Date: Oct 2005
Location: Cooterville, Cackalacky
Posts: 6,815
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It is such a strange concept. Do other creatures on this planet have the same concerns? Is this a uniquely human trait? Fear of death? Worrying about the end? The inevitable demise?
Anyway, I had a close call yesterday morning. Driving in the 993. Just dropped my daughter off at school. Was stopped in the far right lane at an intersection with a large truck next to me, on the left…he intends to turn left. Our light changes, I put the car in gear and slowly ease forward to look around the truck next to me, to see if anyone is coming through the intersection. Sure enough, some ahole is barreling through a VERY red light (well over the posted speed limit of 45). I immediately stop, he slams the brakes, locks them up, skids through most of the intersection at a high rate of speed, then keeps going through. It would have been a direct t-bone hit on my side. Yeah, life certainly flashed before me. I’m definitely not ready, but I can’t live in fear. Honestly, I fear something happening to one of kids before myself.
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-jeff
back in the saddle: '95 993 - just another black C2
*SOLD*: '87 930 GP White - heroin would have been a cheaper addiction...
"Ladies and Gentlemen, from Boston Massachusetts, we are Morphine, at your service..." - Mark Sandman (RIP )
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