An accident, a terrible thing, leaving people in the woods and carrying death. And each year their number is increasing due to increasing migration and the number of vehicles. Many circumstances also make adjustments - the quality of road coverage, weather conditions, etc. But the main thing is still the human factor, the driver's confidence in their skills and usually in such cases the speed meter is beyond a hundred kilometers mark. Of course, an accident can occur at sixty or even thirty, but usually in such cases the car suffers, not the driver and passengers, well, the manufacturer of the car and spare parts. No one cancelled the day.
We were two passengers, people we were unfamiliar, the driver set the price, we agreed. The passenger who was sitting in front came out 15 kilometers earlier. The car touched, rather it started. Renault was quite sharp, and the driver was a fun ballagour loving to press on the pedal. The road was shallow and when entering the next turn the car led. Not very much, but it led.
You hear! The passenger in front said, “Take eighty and no more.”
Okay well!! The driver was upset, all right. I need to do flights, so how much will I take you?! to
“I,” he said, “are eighty and no more,” said the passenger, “I have three children at home, will you feed them?”
Maybe you should have taken the bus! The driver was outrageous again.
Did I agree with you on the price? Did you take the money? - the passenger, cuddled in the pocket of the jacket and got a rather impressive pencil knife, threw off the blade and attached it to the driver's foot.
Oh yeah you are? The situation clearly became nervous.
and NICHE! - the passenger said all the same flegmatistically, - but as soon as the shooter for eighty passes over, I put him in the shed and knock it. One centimeter for every ten kilometers above, will it?
The driver turned out to be very disciplined, the car was running smoothly, without scratches, for seventy kilometers of the road made only two overtakings and then in the absolute absence of the opposite transport. I have not been driving so calmly for a long time. When the car was parked at the destination and the passenger in front left the cabin, the driver guided him with a long look.
Idiot of some sort! - He has a hard breath, - fucking, but at first glance you won't think!
And I thought, so I lighted the lightning of the road bag and said:
and eighty! And no more!
The car touched precisely and without scratches.