Worse than the dumbass driver is the dumbass bike rider. I was coming home from Mom's after Thanksgiving dinner around 9:00 in the evening, and there was this kid, wearing a navy hooded sweatshirt and jeans, riding his bike, which had no reflectors whatsoever, on one of the main streets in Dayton. I probably came within an inch of hitting the little bastard. The worst part, though, is that when I swerved, the bungee chords holding my bigger dog's cage came undone, and part of his cage got lodged behind the back seat of my station wagon. This dog is about 8.5yo. He could have really gotten hurt.
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On and on it will always be, the rhythm, rhyme, and harmony.
THE Stephen Hopkins
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