I just witnessed a scene on the Lifetime network- I suppose I should go no further - where a a dad and his two children witnessed the mother getting horribly, horribly fucked up by a truck.
Anyway, it's amazing what I'm missing. Fortunatly, I have never been in a situation like that, but I did take my dad's car out for a Sunday drive today. After a nice picnic with some old friends, I decided to take my favorite roads before it got too dark. Those being Saltzburg leading into Oakmont/Verona and New Texas Road in Plum. Long, hilly, and windey, (windy?). The car is a little big and clumsy for the tight curves -tight curves like a hot woman, heh- but it was fine, with a driver like me in control. Vroom.
I just pretended I was in my super car, the 1970-ish Comet, Corvette looking little guy with matte sky blue exterior and beige leather interior, me in my pink sunglasses singing (horribly) along to my luck of the radio, which always seems to include "Brown Eyed Girl," left arm testing its streamline ability. So, if I were rich, I would buy a car like that and drive around on Sundays. THe roads are quiet then, less cops to ruin your fun with a speeding ticket. I've tried it on a Wednesday, I know.
But remember in the sometimes silly words of Bono- "Always wear a safety belt. Always."
Back to the Lifetime movie--
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