aka I'm the soft filling in a thin shelled metal creampuff hurlting around at 50 mph!
I think of it as my crunchy candy coating protecting me from the world speeding by. Then I yell at zoomy motorcycles to be careful because they do not have a crunchy candy coating to protect them. I try not to say it out loud if I have passengers.
Yeah, sometimes I look around, and I'm like, how did we get here from stardust? That's just weird.
And fascinating.
Endlessly! (Or until such time as the our universe goes *poof!*)
I'm the soft filling in a thin shelled metal creampuff hurlting around at 50 mph!
Why are you only going 50mph? Go faster! Go faster!
Why are you only going 50mph? Go faster! Go faster!
HAHAHAHA! ita is an LA Driver!
I want some flash disaster to take us all out.
Thanatos, baby!
Read J.G. Ballard's intro to the French edition of
Crash
and the whole car/death thing is recast.
There's such a huge disconnect between:
1. Unlikely horrible events to happen;
and,
2. Likely horrible events that happen.
read hundreds of posts and can't think what comments I had.
Why are you only going 50mph? Go faster! Go faster!
Too many stoplights. Remember, I'm living in the middle of an eastcoast city now. I rarely break 50 these days unless I've got to get on the beltway or other freeways. And that maybe happens once a month.
I rarely break 50 these days
I vividly remember driving cross-country with my family when I was 6, and begging my Dad to drive the Impala up to the limit of it speedometer which in 1967 was 160 mph.
And at some stretch of flat, straight highway in Arizona we did 160 mph.