Being Driven Crazy

The following story comes courtesy of Mister A.S., who has since thankfully learned (and not the hard way) that immortality is not among his attributes:

Mr. S  had been tailgating a friend of his for a significant period of time due to heavy traffic and Mr. S’s youthful driving habits.  Later on, the friend confronted Mr. S saying (in effect)  “I swear that no matter how fast I went there wasn’t even one time when you were any farther than SIX inches from my bumper!”

To which Mr. S responded “Nah . . . I was at least twelve inches away . . . if I’d only been six inches away there was at least three times when I would have hit you . . .”

Let the record show that I’ve RIDDEN with Mr. S, and I believe him.

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