[DKing]

I have a secret location in CA for high-speed runs --- several miles long, straight, and visibility for 100 yards on either side of the road, with no entrances to the roadway.

I was passing through there with a cute twenty-something blond chatting away in the seat next to me in my Porsche while on a first date. I got to my secret location, looked at the blondie sitting nex t to me and thought, "Eh, why not?"

I closed the sunroof and rolled up the windows, then I put my foot into it slowly, so she wouldn't freak out. We passed 100 mph and there was no reaction --- she just kept on talking. So, I let it keep going up. 115, 120, 125, 130, 135... I didn't hear a word she said as I watched the speedometer climb.

I took my foot out of it to start slowing down, and without looking over said, "That was 135."

The talking stopped. She looked out the window and back over to the speedometer as it dropped down past 105 mph.

Once back to highway speeds, the conversaton started up again.

We had a nice time after that on our date. I lost track of her though. She was cute, but man, she just talked too damn much.

Dangerous Doug