Commuter Story: Witnessing Karma

From Bicycle Soup:

I approached a red light, started slowing and took my rightful place in the center of the right lane (on the four-lane section of West Main Street) where I settled into my normal track-stand. Behind me I could hear the approaching rumble of a big ol’ something-or-another.

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I slowed slightly, then started to notice something odd. Seems that Junior’s big ol’ truck was a big ol’ P.O.S.

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