Sunday, July 18, 2010


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.

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Balsamae said...