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To the centre of city, its a four laned highway with cars zipping up on the southbound lanes. I am northbound towards the sun where it streams down watching us racing to early morning appointments I wonder How many people must be watching the road with one eye and next door drivers with the other and the ones on the right, by instinct, always in a hurry to grab those 3 meters of vacant space, only to get stalled a little further up by an old lady following the intricate road rules of speed. Cruising along is a survival thing one wrong turn or twist and the ambulance will need to scrape the remnants of you from the road police sirens wailing and rubber-neckers keen to see who was the *** that didn't learn to survive in a race to the finish! Thank God I've survived another journey to the centre of the city (not the earth!) If I don't keep my attention on the road I may be the one being scraped off the road. Author Notes Happens everyday at 7am and 3pm. Each day going down or returning is a lucky day. All it will take is one small mistake. © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 3 months ago
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Journey of imaginable stress!
To the centre of city, its a four laned highway with cars zipping up on the southbound lanes. I am northbound towards the sun where it streams down watching us racing to early morning appointments I wonder How many people must be watching the road with one eye and next door drivers with the other and the ones on the right, by instinct, always in a hurry to grab those 3 meters of vacant space, only to get stalled a little further up by an old lady following the intricate road rules of speed. Cruising along is a survival thing one wrong turn or twist and the ambulance will need to scrape the remnants of you from the road police sirens wailing and rubber-neckers keen to see who was the *** that didn't learn to survive in a race to the finish! Thank God I've survived another journey to the centre of the city (not the earth!) If I don't keep my attention on the road I may be the one being scraped off the road. Author Notes Happens everyday at 7am and 3pm. Each day going down or returning is a lucky day. All it will take is one small mistake. © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 3 months ago
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
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