Possible Explanations As To Why R Made It A Point To Ninja Jet To The Gym
This Morning At 5:47 In The Corvette After It Had Become Painfully And
Embarrassingly Obvious That The Mighty Ni Had Developed A Crippling Case Of
Parkinson's:
1) The last time I drove the vette, I drove it 47 miles with the parking
brake on.
2) The last time I drove the vette, I accidentally jumped a railroad track
at about 80, catching Dukes of Hazard air and proving that the suspension
package has nothing on the General Lee.
3) R was riding shotgun (or "Luke") that day, and I may have given him the
wrong idea in terms of future safety judgement when, after we righted
ourselves, I screamed, "OH FUCK YES!"
4) The last time I drove the vette, I left The World's Worst Mix CD in the
stereo. Including "hits" by TWO American Idols.
I took the truck today. I drove the truck the last time The Ni called in
sick. I wrecked the truck that day, my friends. So. You know. I think that
says a lot. About something.
AND: Thanks,
Chip, for reminding me about
that post.
