Driving on 35E in St Paul where the speed limit is a ridiculous 45mph and I'm running late for work, waiting for a braver soul than I to zoom past me and become my cop buffer. I didn't have to wait long until someone races past me. I quickly change lanes and caught up to my risky leader at a whopping 75mph. As I look closer at my buffer, I suddenly recognize not only the car but the top of the head poking up from the seat and the sunglasses in the rear view mirror and I say, "Mom?!"... apparently, my brave, risk-taking mother was also running late to work.
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