Dispatches from the Sidecar

Sitting in this sidecar while George is careening into crowds of pedestrians and other motorists, I am aware of how little I can do to steer this thing. All I can do is fight with him as he ignores all traffic laws and even simple generosity while running roughshod all over the road.

Often I have to strike at him madly just to capture his attention long enough to pass by some children before he notices them. George loves to smash into groups of children, elderly and even a few well to do citizens on their morning walk. Often he laughs in anticipation of the carnage, which is my queue to lash out at him madly.

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