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Ya payz yer nickel, ya take'z yer chances.
That looked more ta be a slow biker crossin' too close in frunna the truck n' windin' up so close ta the truck that he wound up in the area'uv the driver'z vision reserved for "pavement-I've-already-covered".
Literally.
Java
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In life-long pursuit of that most mythic of beasts: the ever-elusive perfect corner. Well . . . that, r' at least a whole lodda clear spin-out room.
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