And the classic “it’s 3am, on a countryside backroad intersection. Surely nobody…”
But yesbody! There it is, a car coming at full speed, exactly at the moment I’m about to engage on what should otherwise be an empty road.
Indeed. It was thirty years ago but I vividly remember the intersection and seeing the lights from my right and being like “well, fuck me! What’s this asshole doing on the road at this hour?”
I hate to admit it, but that’s me. Speeding down country backroads late at night is some of the most fun I’ve had, especially in my area where they’re really hilly and twisty.
And the classic “it’s 3am, on a countryside backroad intersection. Surely nobody…”
But yesbody! There it is, a car coming at full speed, exactly at the moment I’m about to engage on what should otherwise be an empty road.
never engage an empty road
Indeed. It was thirty years ago but I vividly remember the intersection and seeing the lights from my right and being like “well, fuck me! What’s this asshole doing on the road at this hour?”
I hate to admit it, but that’s me. Speeding down country backroads late at night is some of the most fun I’ve had, especially in my area where they’re really hilly and twisty.