what the heck is it about being in a rush that makes all the head-rest drivers emerge from their hiddy holes? You know the guys... you're on the road... you come to an intersection ... you look in the read window of the car in front of you and all you can see are head rests... you just know that there is some wisen'ed old dude hunkered down in the bucket seat... watching the road through the little creseant of space between the dash board that the top of the stearing wheel arch... and these people are in no rush what so ever... sheesh... you'd think they'd be in a huge rush... what with TIME RUNNING OUT and all.
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Ok... gotta go. later Lj.