Patience, My Ass
The Goddess of Acceleration was whispering sweet blessings in my ear, but I'd just managed to pass the Toy-Yokum knowing there was a reduction in the speed limit ahead. That's when I heard the whiny roar that screamed "Idjit on a Crotch-Rocket," so I shifted my attention on every mirror on the Scarlet Beauty and held my peace. Sure enough, Mr. Idjit came screaming ahead like an immolated banshee, immediately prompting the unmarked police car behind me to light up, siren-up, and chase him down in what was the shortest police chase I've ever witnessed. I saved the Goddess' Blessing for the I-10 on-ramp, where I let the wind blow through my hair... until a big stack-up ahead with multiple police cars told me to take the off-ramp and detour through town... and the DMAFB Shoppette, where I re-provisioned booze and cigars and made my way home via the slow route.
Now for a long night of homework.
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