A light blue 58 impala cruises by where youâre parked for the day and your eyes are caught by a goldenn ponytail that is fluttering outside the driver side window... youâre immediate reaction is to hit the siren but you realize you need to figure out what law this lady has broken before you pull her over. You pull off the shoulder onto the highway behind her. Youâre watching intensely as she cruises down the road. She has her elbow resting on the window sill and her hair flashes like fire every time the sun peeks through the mountains as it begins to set. And before you know it, one of her breaklights dims out as if your will for wanting her killed it. You pop the sirens on.
