Voss Takes the Underpass Bet — Every day, Voss tapped the cab roof before the triple underpass and ducked anyway, though he knew the load cleared by a foot; he had promised himself one unflinching pass, just once. Read the full story →
Every day, Voss tapped the cab roof before the triple underpass and ducked anyway, though he knew the load cleared by a foot; he had promised himself one unflinching pass, just once. Until one day the bulldozer behind him squeaked like a rubber chicken at the first shadow. Because of that, he laughed, snorted coffee, and forgot to duck; because of that, the bridge thunder rolled over him harmlessly, beam after beam. At the far ramp, he saluted the guilty old seat spring and tapped the cab roof before the triple underpass.
