There’s a lot of roads in Carpathia.
If you drive around while brandishing a bread knife, you will be in car serrated.
The weird new fad in restaurants is serving roadkilled bird. I went to such a place last night. Man it was crow dead.
Any country that obeys seatbelt laws is an object of my fasten nation.
They gave my mother’s sister a speeding ticket, which hurts my fine auntses.
Whenever I drive in the snow I feel skiddish.
Driving your car off a cliff is one way to achieve better mile ledge.
Do bucking broncos get rode rage?