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There is nothing like seeing flashing red and blue lights, with a blinding spot light shining directly on the car it has pulled over. From the intensity of the flashing lights alone, the “rubber-neckers” slow down to catch a glimpse of “what is going on!” They look to see if someone is being arrested or if the unlucky individual is getting a citation. Being that unlucky individual is something that none of us ever want to be. I think back to how many times I have been that unfortunate driver. Driving back to Pennsylvania from college this past Thanksgiving, at my usual speed of 100 M.P.H., give or take 10, I was jamming to my tunes with the windows down. I had to make it home by dinner-time; mom was making her famous Sheppard’s Pie. I was on Interstate 95 South driving through New York State, making “great time.” There were not too many “assholes” on the road; therefore I was able to weave in-and-out of traffic easily. Excited because I made it out of Providence and Connecticut just before rush-hour started, I decided to call my mom and tell her I would be h