A worker congratulated me on my braking when I screeched to a halt, inches short of newly poured, molten asphalt. There were no warning cones, but I tend to swerve around them, anyway, if the coast looks clear.

The Go-Go Years
A worker congratulated me on my braking when I screeched to a halt, inches short of newly poured, molten asphalt. There were no warning cones, but I tend to swerve around them, anyway, if the coast looks clear.