The Protest
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Straddling the pavement were three enormous Highway Maintenance vehicles. I could see them in the distance, and the crew of the first one watched me approach. 'Sneaking up on me like that, you almost killed me' one of them offered as I rolled passed them on my way into town. I also passed half a dozen disabled acquaintances, with their family or friends, heading in other directions. The sun shone and it was business as usual in town. Arriving at the gathering point, I was a little...