Alberto was at a young teen age.
When he first experienced road rage.
He passed a driver and the driver became pissed.
And got close on his bumper and started making a fist.
Alberto didn't know if the other driver had a weapon.
So he had to think fast and try his luck.
He speeded up like he was on the Indy 500 to save his butt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
People used to get out of their cars all the time and fight until, people started getting shot. Cool, a poem about road rage. Nice change of pace.