Commuter Story: Witnessing Karma
by Commute by BikeI approached a red light, started slowing and took my rightful place in the center of the right lane (on the four-lane section of West Main Street) where I settled into my normal track-stand. Behind me I could hear the approaching rumble of a big ol’ something-or-another.
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I slowed slightly, then started to notice something odd. Seems that Junior’s big ol’ truck was a big ol’ P.O.S.
Friends don’t let friends trackstand.