When the Crown Vic rammed the Lincoln's rear fender, they were spun around facing back the way they'd come.

A car slows to doublepark in front of you, and you decide that the cars behind will have to move left anyway.

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That flye to fame beyond our earthly pitch, Whose sence is sound, whose words are feat and fitte, Able to make the coyest eare to itch: Shroud with your mighty wings that mount so well, These little loues, new crept from out the shell.