Even when it wasn't the law (here in slippery-road-black-ice-even-in-June-Canada), my Mom insisted that we all buckle up-- and there were to be no shenanigans-- no cheating, like taking that frigging annoying shoulder/chest strap, and tucking it behind you so it doesn't eventually saw your head off with all that chafing.
And I can still see that glare in my rear-view mirror every time I drive my car. Oh, I buckle up. I sure do. And here's one more reason why...
And I can still see that glare in my rear-view mirror every time I drive my car. Oh, I buckle up. I sure do. And here's one more reason why...
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