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Malicious pleasure

Sometimes malicious pleasure might sometimes be the best kind of pleasure. Today when driving to Årvoll for the weekly spinning with Rye I was overtaken by an old Saab. It was for sure not the place to do it, the speed limit was 50 km/t and I drove with that speed. Just up ahead there was a roundabout, so why bother to go that fast. I wish I was a cop so I could stop that idiot when approaching the next roundabout having to break hard because a big car came out from a side road….and YES!!! It was the police, who drove after the Saab…malicious pleasure…. 🙂