At the Detroit region driver's school a couple years back, I was working on
my best (and last) run of the day in my tail-happy DSP Mustang. As it
crossed the lights, the car spun, and I wound up sitting in the exit
sideways. Having resigned myself to ruining my best run of the day, I was
ready to pull away before the next car came through when I noticed everyone
standing around was frantically waving and yelling at me to back up. I
remember thinking, "What does it matter which way I go as long as I get out
of the way....Unless I'm sitting on a cone!" I backed up, and the crowd
cheered. As I picked up my timeslip, the worker incredulously told me how I
had a cone wedged under my nose at an extreme angle, and how backing up
righted the cone.
Rick Hendricks
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