"Fucker," I mutter under my breath at the tan, dented Cadillac crossover immediately in front of me. It's traveling ten miles under the speed limit, and I'm impatiently tooling along behind it, but that's not the source of my ire. There has been a hideous traffic violation.
License to Drive
License to Drive
License to Drive
"Fucker," I mutter under my breath at the tan, dented Cadillac crossover immediately in front of me. It's traveling ten miles under the speed limit, and I'm impatiently tooling along behind it, but that's not the source of my ire. There has been a hideous traffic violation.