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Lots of pigeons in this story. All so adept at cohabiting in the urban scape.

Couple of tricky things happened in the construction of this page:

1) Panel 3 I had to spend some time figuring out with kneaded erasers how tires screeching would mark the asphalt as the car fish tails.

2) Panel 1 I had to fake how to drive stick. I don’t know how. So I couldn’t remember where the clutch was etc. And so the left foot (due to lack of oversight) came out looking a little bit like a right foot. Doh.

3) Didn’t like the smoke on Panel 5. Oh well. Do better next time.

All in all our friend is out one tire and stuck in front of a truck. What happens next is going to start wrapping up all the loose ends.