Y'all are all a bunch of pansies.
While attending The University of Wyoming, my roomate and I hitched a ride with a 76 year old lady up to Buffalo, Wy. from Laramie. She let us drive, and once she fell asleep on the deserted highways of Wyoming I had that old lady's beater Chrysler K-car up to approx. 95 (speedo read 110, but I know that's impossible for a car with like, 65hp and as areodynamically sculpted as my TV set)! Windows rattling, hood shaking, wheels wobbling, car veering five feet to the left and right, now THAT's fearless. You can take your roll-cage equipped, race-tuned suspension runs at 170, but for sheer adrenaline go out and buy yourself an early 80's Reliant and do your best. I like to think of myself as an "extreme" speeder.
And, oh yeah, the WYO state police got me outside of Laramie doing 74 in a 65 on that trip. So consider my story verfied by the authorities. And you thought those cars couldn't top 55. HA! Considering my reckless actions earlier, I thought I got off pretty sweet.
Take THAT "justbetter"!
MT
