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Originally Posted by zzmac
You're sitting at a light, minding your own business, glowing in the raw starkness of your ride. A twit texting on their cellphone doesn't notice the light that just turned red and caves in the back of your beast sending your wife's head backwards at 50 miles an hour snapping her neck or crushing it into your rollbar. She never wakes up.
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Would never happen...she hates the car.
Hey, do what YOU have to do to feel good about the ride. It's your money.