no no vaseline

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About 2500 miles and exactly two weeks after I last locked up the brakes, it happened again. Not a mile from my Cooterville hotel, Cooter P. McNugget shot across my path, again requiring that I lay rubber. At least this time, I avoided a collision.

As before, I have a recording of the incident. This time, however, I will not be sharing. I can be heard absent-mindedly rapping in the background. Trust that this monument to whiteness was destroyed with great prejudice.