I was driving on the I-10 east bound near the Mojave Desert at midnight. A woman driving a compact car sped up in the lane next to me and then the 18-wheeler that was quite a ways behind me suddenly was riding my ass. It was only a moment, seconds, surrounded, only the sand at my right. I had to do something, speed up.
No problem.
The DJ from Los Angeles played a three chord song with a ton of licks on the blues scale. "Free Bird."
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