Starting the car, I turn off the E brake.
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A three point turn and I'm driving.
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Hands are at 10 and 2.
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Two eyes, a head blocking out two minor problems.
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A faulty fuel gauge.
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Idles, but not well.
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I'm squinting both my eyes.
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Daydreaming doubtless drew pictures of perfect life, my gaze from the truth.
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Signal, mirror, over the shoulder and carefully enter the turn lane.
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Hands are at 10 and 2.
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Two eyes, a head in the clouds as the wreck approaches.
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Obstructed signs on my shoulder assist me in getting nowhere.
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Wish I could blame them for the crash, but I oughtta blame the driver.
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He was squinting both his eyes.
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Daydreaming doubtless drew pictures of perfect life, his gaze from the truth.
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Can you drive me to a good view?
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I've no sense of direction.
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But something tells me you can help.
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Hands At 10 And 2
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