Before I can make this observation to Stallman, the
driver finally hits his right turn signal. Stallman's
hunched shoulders relax slightly, and for a moment the
air of tension within the car dissipates. The tension
comes back, however, as the driver in front of us slows
down. "Construction Ahead" signs line both sides of the
street, and even though the Pilani Highway lies less
than a quarter mile off in the distance, the two-lane
road between us and the highway is blocked by a dormant
bulldozer and two large mounds of dirt.
It takes Stallman a few seconds to register what's
going on as our guide begins executing a clumsy
five-point U-turn in front of us. When he catches a
glimpse of the bulldozer and the "No Through Access"
signs just beyond, Stallman finally boils over.
"Why, why, why?" he whines, throwing his head back.
"You should have known the road was blocked. You should
have known this way wouldn't work. You did this deliberately."
The driver finishes the turn and passes us on the way
back toward the main drag.
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