texts: You want us to get ourselves killed? </s> <s> From what I can see you're a pretty fair wheelman.  There's a hairpin coming up -- that's the place for it. The cops'll plow right into you. </s> <s> And I end up in a fucking neck brace for life!
labels: Then you can sue the cops. Collect from both ends.  Tighten your belts.  Here it comes.  Ready?