Arrrggh! Rainin' agin on de Treasure Coast and me slippen' and sliden' 'omeward on da TBA. Out comes a cager tru de stop sign w'out narry a stop, right in front o me! I hits the rear brake, taps the left bar and swerves past 'im with 8" to spare! 'Is wife is screamin at 'im an holdin 'er hands oer 'er face tinkin I be a goner, but I makes it 'ome and evades the Reaper one more time!
After I change me pants,
I tells me wife about it!
I'm sure glad this Pirate thing only comes once a year!
