TRAKCAR

A Tale of the HOD Driver,
as Imagined to have been written by William Shakespeare,
as actually written by NorCal HOD Driving Coach, Mike Gerhard

To pass, or not to pass--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous Porsches
Or to accelerate against a sea of Miatas
And by opposing, pass them. To pass, to slow--
No more--and by a slow to say we hold neutral
The throttle. 'Tis a consummation or agreement
Devoutly to be pointed by (index finger is preferred).
To hold, to accelerate--
To accelerate--perchance to pass: ay, there's the rub,
For in that acceleration what passes may come
When we have shifted to the highest gear,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long a pass, speed beyond
mortal capacity coming into the first of the turns.
For who would bear the tail slapping oscillations
that come from vanity of making the attempt
to remain where the rubber meets the road,
rather than succumbing to the call of the wild grass.
To pass, or not to pass - begs the thought
when in doubt, back out. Alas, he wavered in indecision
and found for his sin, he had to go, both feet in.

With apologies to Bill Shakespeare
from Mike Gerhard and HOD

schwank

Nice. Of course I had to shut my door and read it aloud in a boisterous voice. Luckily no one is here this week!