I was driving my fast Corvette down the city avenue road around 2:00 in the afternoon well before the evening moon, and flew a red light. I gave everyone on the road within a vicinity fold quite a vehicle fright. I wasn't in a hurry, I wasn't trying to scurry, but felt like race car driver "Curvey," and wanting to ignore a traffic signal today. "Can't I play on the speedway pay?"
Do you recall noticing how close you are to just making the yellow light; it's an incredible fight loaded above a dangerous height. You might feel tight in your seat belt bite, but the broken sight of the yellow light will help you kite to try to make the red light. Good thing I wasn't driving at night.
Written by: Patrick James Quaker
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