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Bikes. Parts. Chaos.
Dear Mr. Guy in the Black Lexus license plate number JMB 999, I appreciate your 15 second horn blast while rolling up behind me and my three mates riding on Poplar Bridge Road last night. It's especially nice of you to warn us of your plan to try and kill us. I know that you were in a great hurry to get home and I deeply apologize for being the agent who caused your 30 seconds of tardiness. It was just plain rude of us to be riding in the street. I also appreciate that you were unable to notice that the street is currently under construction - must be the tinted windows. We should have certainly sucked it up and been riding through the gaping holes in the concrete to our right. I wish I could have apologized to you in person last night, but you drove away so quickly after missing me by inches. Your destination must've been of utmost importance because I almost died at your hands. Here's to hoping it was worth it. Hugs, Sov, Luby, BRose, and Horkey. -----