June 18, 2005

THE EPITOME OF SPEED

It is entirely my fault that, a short while ago, I blew by an officer of the law doing 90 MPH. He was doing 90; I was going way faster than that. It wasn’t intentional, I wasn’t looking for a drag. It is not my fault that my ride does 150 MPH +, and feels like 70. Floor it at 110, and there is no way you can lean forward and touch the dash…no way. Forget about the bills (as in folding money).

Anyway, he’s on the radio looking for my ass, and my ass and ride are IN THE GARAGE…where we WILL STAY. No way he could’ve gotten my plate.

I think it’s time to fire up the grill, and a cold beverage

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3 Comments

  1. Posted June 19, 2005 at 12:07 am | Permalink

    Isn’t it nice to be king.

  2. Posted June 19, 2005 at 12:26 am | Permalink

    Way to go, Mario!

  3. Posted June 20, 2005 at 8:09 am | Permalink

    May I inquire as to just what kind of car you have? I want one like that!