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Tail gaters
Going home from a round of golf I’m coming up 3a from exit 2 doing the 45 mph spreed limit and a car load of teenage girls in a hurry to get to white horse beach no doubt are one car length behind me up my butt. Finally I give them a slow break job to send a message to back off, nope they don’t get it and decide to ride closer, do it again but not so abrupt I risk them running into me, nothing and just more of the same. One more harder break job and they finally back up. They had the nerve to call the police knowing where I turned off, little did they know we are pretty friendly with the police patrolling white horse beach, so they knew who owned the Silverado. They come to the door and give me the yeah I understand why but you shouldn’t be doing it, to bad they won’t give them the call back and ask why they were riding the pour old man’s arse. Nice chat with the boys in Blue.
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