<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=363143" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Boy Racer (Fun Poem 132)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">While driving home one day <br>my old car blew up on me <br>and the transmission went kaput. <br>Upon getting another car, <br>I chose a smaller one, <br>the kind boy racers own. <br>Suddenly I became a speed demon <br>driving down the motorway doing a ton <br>with the wind ruffling <br>through the remaining hair I had.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day while really pushing it, <br>blue lights began flashing behind me. <br>The cops told me to pull over, <br>which at once I did. <br>An officer approached my car <br>with me crammed behind the wheel. <br>'What speed do you think you were doing? ' <br>'I don't know officer I couldn't see the speedo.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I clocked you at doing a 110.' <br>'Really! ' I said <br>as he wrote me out a ticket. <br>'I'd advise you to adjust your seat <br>so you can see the speedo.' <br>'Yes officer I will do that.' I replied. <br>I sat there for a moment; <br>a smile crept across my face. <br>My son will no believe it <br>when I show him the ticket.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He'll probably say <br>the Police had it wrong, <br>the ticket was probably for going slow. <br>I drove off after the Police had gone, <br>my foot to the floor again. <br>Back into my boy racer mode, <br>but in my case now<br> it was an old boy racer mode.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">25-26 April 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=363143" data-title="Old Boy Racer (Fun Poem 132) de David Harris" data-description="While driving home one day my old car blew up on me and the transmission went kaput. Upon getting another car, I chose a smaller one, the kind boy racers own. Suddenly I became a speed demon driving down the motorway doing a ton with the w..."></div> </div> </div>

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