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In this sleep-deprived country we live in, this is a good thing. I still remember the day I drove 12 hours alone from Chicago to central Tennessee to visit my parents. Somewhere in southern Indiana on I-65, I feel asleep at the wheel. I woke up to the feel of the car bumping along the grass in the center divider. If this had happened 100yds father on, I would have smacked into an overpass. I hope this thing doesn't go off every time you nod your head.
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