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Speeding down the motorway
against the driving rain. These folks don't seem to realise that their speed can kill or maim. They race along regardless doing speeds of ninety and above. They really don't care who they hurt even those they know and love. Nothing seems to stop these folk from getting their speed fix. But conditions do not always allow for their stupid, dangerous tricks. When my children started driving I could not help but worry. I hoped they would drive carefully and not be in such a hurry. 'It's best to get there late' I said 'Than not get there at all'. For those who drive too fast may end up against a wall. Being late is not a crime but careless driving is. If you cause an accident it will be on your consciences. So for all you speed demons out there you know who you are. Spare a thought for yourselves and others and drive safely in your car.
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