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That aggressive tow that Customer-Rod says he got in Intermediate from Coach-Starship-Trooper wasn’t isolated.
I watched Scary-Clown-Coach tow a Ducati
–almost as bright red as her solar-flare Bonzo-the-Clown hairdo–
like a scythe through sunflowers,
like that dinosaur that swings its slashing tail like an Aztec war club.
At session-end, I bicycled over to her pit.
“Last session, I saw a coach towing a red Ducati, They were slicing through tight traffic approaching the blind crest leading to Turn 1, like it was going out of business.”
Scary-Clown-Coach, cool as a cucumber:
“Do you have the number of the bike?”
I can’t do anything without that”
Oh, I see. So, it’s like that.
Never. Met. The. Guy.
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life … fully-descended
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