
We waited at the opening in the median in front of New Boston Road for a little over five minutes, until we had a brief opening in the west bound traffic. It was only a tiny opening, and behind that small space in the traffic it looked like the opening lap at the Indy 500.
I had to make my move. I judged the distance, and speed of the oncoming traffic, and tromped it.
I made it onto New Boston Road with my heart in throat, and Timothy's butt in the trunk.
A traffic light at this intersection would be really swell.
Timothy agrees.
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