C 'is an old woman who often turns on the bypass west of Milan, which should paint on the door of the shapes of all cars, motorcycles and trucks made out.
His car is one of those carts Asian short, narrow and high that seem to come from a carnival ride.
you drive with the seat fully forward, half-closed eyes, jaw, arms dangling and clung to the steering wheel.
Remember the recommended position of the hands (like the hands on 10:10) that ensures better control of the situation at all?
Continuing the metaphor of the clock, the old shakes the steering wheel with both hands in the 12:00 position and moves frantically from here and thence in a straight line.
His minimacchina the wheels baby moves from one side of the lane (the middle one, I tell you to do?) and sometimes overflowing to the right or left the neighboring ones, all at breakneck speed of 80.
A TIR Slovak right-hand lane if you see the skid is attached to the front and trumpets. Braaaaaam.
But the old woman does not hear him and bounces to the left as projected by a network of ping-pong invisible. Probably the blast was reported in the Scania articulated vehicle lane, or maybe it was another of the continuous tear you give the wheel.
arrives in the fast lane a couple of bikers on BMW 1200 GS, lights, bright clothing by catalog Motorrad suitcases and aluminum flashing in the sun. The old woman does not see them, maybe they would see if the left exterior rear of the cart was opened Korean, but instead is bent against the side of the machine.
At that moment, the old leeway in the fast lane and misses by a hair right of the suitcase bike. The pilot understands that braking does not make sense, he threw himself on the left and the throttle while crushing the horn button.
The passenger turned to the old and shows the middle finger glove, but as the old does not see it.
three hundred meters above the bypass describes a wide curve to the left and the octogenarian threat on wheels is setting its ideal trajectory. The microeconomic moves to the right and the engine makes a blue smoke while running an absurdly The driver scale, then in the vicinity of the curve is thrown across to the left guardrail bordering the outside.
Behind her is panic. In the fast lane triggers a pileup that shut down the ring road for two hours. At the center of a miracle will prevent a catastrophe, while the right lane a scooter in shorts decide to plant next to the guardrail rather than the bus stop that has nailed the brakes in front of him.
meantime the old woman, unaware of the catastrophe that has caused, continues on a course to "S" in the middle of the ring road deserted.
is guaranteed for twenty years in Class 1 because it does not accidents. According to statistics female drivers is a safer, better, "Sapiens".
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