I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

Last night the sky rumbled, and the house shook! I will need to go out and wipe down my vehicle with a clean rag, before wiping and rubbing again with the liquidy blue goo from the Dollar-25 Store. I will soon wax it again. (for the fourth time this “Spring”) If you build up enough wax on the body, the blue liquidy goo will merely wipe away any surface crud. (For the most part.) I will do my best to love everyone today. A gal twice the limit over, in the general area, was smashed into by some college gents partying. They apparently had failed to take note of the differing aspects of the downtown traffic. That girl merely began to complete what should have been a common and casual turn. I don’t care if a chimpanzee was driving! If dude was going 10 to 20 over, along with his teammates in the car, then he is mostly responsible. Based on the early data, this “player” punched it at the last minute, trying to maybe beat the common car that was turning. The system shows 53 mph had been attained just before contact. Even with nothing in his system that would have offered a faulting of this “other” driver, he was speeding to begin with. Anyone that knows that area, knows to be cautious and careful. (See 1969 in my book “iwasa12yearoldrockstar) I could only imagine the pain since I am so far away. Let us all take note of every experience and potential movements, or lack thereof, when it comes to moving about in this busy world. This request isn’t just for the young gals (talking to their besty) one that ran into me while I was on a bike taking my left turn on a green arrow. I guess that she didn’t realize a mere averagely weighted individual could activate the arrow. The other girl sat at a green light (with no other cars behind her) causing confusion for the 98 year old man. He simply needed 17 more seconds to avoid ramming, and totaling my old 2014! It’s the guys that drive with a lack of consideration when talking to their fiance’. One tail gaited for two miles, the other just sat there refusing to take his turn on an easy right hander at a sign.