(There is at least a glimmer of truth in every story.)

It has been said of President Marshall that he never saw an ADO he couldn't pass. If, while on a tour of the mission, he were to see in the distance an ADO bus, you might as well have thrown down the gauntlet, slapped him across the face and told him that your seconds would meet his seconds to pick weapons. The dual would be at dawn.

On one occasion my companion and I were riding in the back seat of the presidential Caprice Classic. The Pres. and Sis. Marshall up in front and we were traveling at about warp 9 (I think the Pres really wanted more but the Scottie was heard to call from the engine room, "Ay, cap'n, I'm given' 'er all she's got….I don't know how much longer she'll 'old together!"). We were passing the requisite number of slower moving vehicles (you may read that as ALL OTHER VEHICLES). There really hadn't been much of any traffic to worry about. The fact that we had spent most of our time left of the dotted line was not really a major concern.

This was all about to change as we approached a column of slow moving traffic from behind. The Pres pulled out to pass the column and was in the process of doing so, and was in fact exactly at the point-of-no-return when it appeared from behind a lomita. From my position in the back seat it was apparent that the driver of the oncoming ADO was attempting to match its velocity to our own. At exactly what would have been the moment, the Chedraui semi we were passing and the oncoming ADO moved their respective right wheels to the edge of the balancing point on the side of the pavement. That, combined with the collective group inhale of all passengers of the presidential Caprice, was just enough. We shot the gap like a downhill skier at the final gates. While the rest of us tried to collect ourselves the Pres calmly expressed his opinion, "I always knew there was room for three!"

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