THE ART OF GETTING STUCK.


I consider myself a reasonably good driver. After all, I have been a legally licensed driver for 45 years and, if you add two years for being licensed to ride a 50cc motorcycle at the age of sixteen, that brings the total to 47. But, as I had started “borrowing” my mom’s car for illicit moonlight flits around the sleepy suburbs of Lakefield in Benoni a little earlier than that, I suppose it’s fair to say that I have been on the road for just shy of half a century.


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