ember of New York's finest after a drive home on 6-84 from Westchester to my hometown of Carmel. The drive, at the very least, is forty-five minutes going the speed limit and on this day I was running late for work. People drive like idiots every day on 6-84, cutting people off, talking on their cell phones, doing their makeup, all the while engorging themselves in a Coffee Coolada and a scone from Dunkin' Donuts. Today, I was that person who would exhibit total disregard for the rules of the road and drive at high speeds in my '95 Nissan. Like most other things in life, the fun had to come to an end at some point as I got pulled
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