Where does it say I was speeding?
Canine III has done something rubbery in the shrubbery or murdered some wildlife therein and spits its piggy, puggy self under me, willy-nilly, like I said, causing me harm to my arm and no glee to the knee.
Like him and Giant Shirt, you appear full tilt from the dark and undermine: where's the humanity?
Had my dog, somehow unfettered, clattered some pedaller to the metalled, I'd be over there with hankies and apologies and offers of repairs to the Retro Ride.
Appears only Drago so far knows Right from Wrong...