MRS. MADRIGAL, MY LANDLADY
On Father's Day 2009, Mrs. Madrigal took me for a ride on this beast. We took I-25 to I-70 and headed west. On three different stretches she blasted that thing down the highway at 150 miles per hour. I have never gone that fast on land unless you count a jet taking off before it leaves the ground. Amazingly I remained calm. I knew that death would come instantly and that my body would probably end up in several pieces. We mainly cruised at 90 miles per hour. She's asked me a couple of times since if I want to go for a ride. I've said, no.