no no vaseline
About 2500 miles and exactly two weeks after the accident, it happened again. I was a mile from my final stop in Cooterville when a guy at a stop sign decided to cross my path, requiring that I lock up the brakes to avoid hitting him. This too was caught by web cam, but you'll notice that my description is rather textual this time. This is because at the time of the incident, I was rapping.
That recording was destroyed with great prejudice. I might have destroyed it even if we'd collided. What cost, pride?