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so when i'm driving home from The Chatterbox...
in what I consider (and i mean no offense by this) west bumble****..
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As a resident of West Bumble****, no offense taken. But I can attest to the fact that we not only have deer that run onto highways, we also have coyotes, bears, raccoons, bunnies, skunks (Hit a skunk and smile...I dare ya), possums, and any number of other such wildlife. Not to mention the domestic animals, such as dogs, cats, chickens, horses and cows. Yeah. I've seen cows...not on Route 15, but they're on those 'country roads,' along with crotchety old farmers on slow-moving John Deere tractors. On 15, I've also seen a TON of motorcyclists, some of whom cruise along at the speed limit on Harleys, others who zoom in and out of traffic on crotch rockets. If driving along 15, don't bother 'punching it' or any other such automotive fun as I have never gone either direction on Route 15 and NOT seen a Sparta cop. They're always there; it's what they do.
In addition to those 'rolling hills,' there are a ton of sweeping curves and blind curves and guess what? Why, we done got the telephone AND the cable television out here, too, which means there are more than enough utility poles to slam into.
So I guess I'm ignorant, because yeah, I do honestly believe that within five seconds, the moon and stars and planets can in fact be aligned in juuuuuust the right way that one or more of these factors can screw you up. All it takes is just a tiny patch of unseen gravel on one of those sweeping turns on 15 to send you reeling. If you don't believe me, take a look around. I'm sure you'll see more than one white wooden cross on the side of Route 15, and any of the hundreds of desolate, winding, two-lane highways that tempt those of us with a bunch of horsies under the hood and a lead foot. You may be in control of your car, but you can't control what other idiots are doing behind the wheel (Or handlebars) of their vehicles, nor can you control the exact time and date a four legged friend is going to jump out in front of you (I've had my heart rate skyrocket more than once from this kind of furry surprise).
I'm not saying that what you did makes you an idiot or any other four-letter words. I'm just saying that it only takes a few seconds for things to go FUBAR. Yeah, my family is up here too, but I'm pretty good about not letting the two year-old run loose in the street, but the thirteen year-old might chase a soccer ball into the street. You just never know.
I guess my point to all of this is that you gotta be careful, no matter where you are. And like everyone else says: Stick around, man. The Chatterbox gets pretty good on a summer Saturday night; keep on coming up and being a part of it.