there are times (not many) when the north scares and confuses me.
example, on my way home from a 31 club meet, just drove past elizabeth, about 30 seconds away from my intersection, and im sitting behind a vz commodore, both of us sitting just over the limit, and the rear passenger of the commodore decided walking might be a better way to get home and throw himself out of the car.
onto the asphalt.
at 90k's an hour.
without a shirt on.
so both me and the commo throw on the skids and stop, i jump out and run back to the guy, the 2 other blokes in the commo do the same, we get to the guy, hes got blood all over his face, his back and arms are all cut up, and yeah, blood everywhere. and the 2 blokes just throw him back into the car, thank me for stopping, and drive off in a casual way as if all is fine and f**king dandy. f**k.