tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8009674989871692973.post3199227013733910964..comments2023-07-25T02:10:30.027-06:00Comments on Another Small Adventure: My neighborhood and it's drivers.SmallAdventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08993267241606514697noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8009674989871692973.post-77051144684932768542010-03-03T07:55:56.619-07:002010-03-03T07:55:56.619-07:00One of my biggest regrets is from when I was a tee...One of my biggest regrets is from when I was a teenager. A few of us decided to race to a friends house. I went one way, while the other friend took a different road. While at the friends house a father tracked down my truck, knocked on the door, and got after me. At that time I was a cocky teenager. Over the last few years I have regretted that moment so much. I wish I could find the father and apologize. <br />Call the cops, they need to enforce this stop.Savannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17584445611402346917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8009674989871692973.post-72832783764822496572010-03-02T22:25:54.556-07:002010-03-02T22:25:54.556-07:00Do it, I won't tell. :)Do it, I won't tell. :)Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09072209686819739333noreply@blogger.com