I walked slowly around the house and realized what that noise was.
“I’m a really good driver,” says every driver ever.
Los Angeles vs. New York is a rivalry as classic as Betty vs. Veronica, as old as the Montagues vs. the Capulets. But really, they aren’t comparable. Los Angeles is its own unique being; a place that I have grown to love.
“Jeez, Red, you got a lotta rules,” she laughed, but there was tension in her voice now, something I hadn’t heard back at the rest stop.
I gripped the steering wheel in frustration.
“There’s an energy crisis happening, all right: a human one.”
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“I’m not going home,” he said simply.
You never hear of Boston drivers getting in late to work, that’s because of the special ability they have to cut off any sort of oncoming car within a two-inch distance from their bumpers. And you know they’ll get away with it without a scratch of proof.