I was on my way to the gym this morning, singing merrily in my car as usual when a motorcyclist shot out in front of my car. He cut straight across in front of me from out of nowhere! What was he thinking?

Amazingly I managed to hit the brakes in time. He didn’t even flinch, neither did I. I just kept right on singing. He was lucky I wasn’t going very fast or he would’ve needed an Omaha accident attorney right there.

It’s not my normal practice to speed. It’s a habit I’ve developed from having kids in my car. I’m quite happy to let impatient folks pass me and if they’re still not happy and decide to use their horn or middle finger, that’s fine too ! My policy is, don’t like the way I drive, get off the road, buster!!

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