One day last summer, Gar and I were driving in city traffic and as we came to a red light, there was a bit of a traffic jam. A dozen men on motorcycles were coming, single file, from the opposite direction. Suddenly, one guy in the middle flipped his bike into a wheelie and drove on the back tire until he was out of our sight. I turned to Gar, who was staring longingly, with little hearts in his eyes, and said, “See, that’s why women live longer than men.”
Gar shook his head, pointed a finger at me knowingly, and with great wisdom, according to him, declared, “No, that’s why men have more adventures than women.”
I sighed, “That’s probably true, but somebody has to be the sane one.”
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