I was tooling along the road last night, fiddling with my camera, when a Trooper zoomed past me doing what must have been more than a hundred mph. I didn't hear a thing until he was past me, that sound told be there was a gas pedal imprint on his firewall. Anyhow, I eventually got off this shot, which looks to to be someone with both arms stretched out, dancing, or about to fall, which is what would happen if I tried to dance.
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