I was coming down the road between Lake Charles and Wolseley the other day in the old Pontiac Torment, when a smallish wolf or a large coyote came full-throttle out of the underbrush on the left thinking he'd make it across the road.
He didn't.
But it got me thinking. That's one of the low-traffic neighbourhood roads I like to toodle around on with the Ninja.
What would have been the result if I'd been piloting the Ninja up that road at that particular moment?
Hospital?
Morgue?
It wouldna been pretty.
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