Board Thread:Watercooler 2.0/@comment-6198648-20130228045108/@comment-6191693-20131123055101

This morning, I was on my way to work. I was running slightly late and I was on a long, straight, deserted stretch of road where I usually drive pretty fast because in 2+ years of driving that road every day, I've never seen a cop. Well, today, I was going a little slower than I would normally under these circumstances because the ground was a little wet (only about 105) and happened to see a highway patrolman emerge from the mist, sitting hidden on the side of the road with radar. Luckily, I was going fast enough that I was to my exit and off that road before he could even catch me.

It's moments like that that make me love cars like I do. You'll never understand unless you've had that kind of adrenaline rush.