The job of a taillight,aside from trapping the mystical red, amber, and clear naughty sprites that linger around the rear of cars,is communication. They shout out to the world behind you your intent to stay, turn, or reverse. They’re like your hands,or a baboon’s ass in estrus: they talk without saying a word. And this old bus talks the loudest.
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Source: gawker.com