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A Tale of the Hooked-on Driving Driver |
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A Tale
of the Hooked-on Driving Driver,
as Imagined to have been written by William
Shakespeare,
(as actually written by NorCal HOD Driving Coach, Mike
Gerhard)
To pass, or not to pass--that is the question:
Whether 'tis
nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous
Porsches
Or to accelerate against a sea of Miatas
And by opposing, pass
them. To pass, to slow--
No more--and by a slow to say we hold neutral
The
throttle. 'Tis a consummation or agreement
Devoutly to be pointed by (index
finger is preferred).
To hold, to accelerate--
To accelerate--perchance to
pass: ay, there's the rub,
For in that acceleration what passes may
come
When we have shifted to the highest gear,
Must give us pause. There's
the respect
That makes calamity of so long a pass, speed beyond
mortal
capacity coming into the first of the turns.
For who would bear the tail
slapping oscillations
that come from vanity of making the attempt
to
remain where the rubber meets the road,
rather than succumbing to the call of
the wild grass.
To pass, or not to pass - begs the thought
when in doubt,
back out. Alas, he wavered in indecision
and found for his sin, he had to go,
both feet in.
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