Perfect drive to work!!
Mine starts out at about 4:15 am, when the old internal clock rolls me out of bed. (insert flight of the bumble-bees here) Do the S S S thing, cover my shame, pack my bag if needed, check the weather, and out the door by no later than 5:15 or get stuck in beltway traffic. Pop in a CD I burned and put the car in drive, and do the beltway shuffle (insert the Pee-Wee shuffle here). And I end up here at work about an hour later if lucky.
But not THIS morning.....ooooooo noooo, things were a little different. Had a little stress thrust upon me last night, and it stayed with me into the morning. Did the triple S, and managed not to cut my own throat. I got out of the house at about 4:50, popped in a new CD I burned and pushed the go peddle. The air was nice and crisp. Perfect weather for a turbo, eh? Warning : The following is NOT, I repeat, NOT an endorsement for speeding, dangerous, reckless, and any other aggressive driving. Now with that said..... For some reason, there was little or no traffic, and no cops on the prowl. Going down the 395 - BW Parkway was like being in a ghost town, so I open Bessy-Mae up. She must have had a bad nite cause she slapped me back into the seat with that devilish smile, and said, "Oh, you wanna play today huh?"
All I can say is, I see why speed can be a addiction.......oh nurse, insert IV of 94 octane here! The trip to the beltway normaly takes about 15 - 20 min, today, 7. As stated before there was nobody around, and those who were stayed in the right lane, and I said, "Thank You", as I went back to the future. The on-ramp was a joy. With the meaty 235's properly warmed up, the on-ramp posted limit of 20 was shattered by almost a factor of 3. There was the little crest that caused the rear swar-bar to creak, but nothing out of the ordinary. Just lots of stickum'.
On 495N is where she really showed her colors. It was clear sailing, open lanes, no cops....nothing. Like a wet cat let out of a cage, she was off. Now this is where the sheer pleasure comes into play. After College Park, and the 95N split there is a long hill. In the middle of this hill is where 95 merges. All I can say is WOW. Bessy-Mae must have dug deep into her bag 'O grunt, cause it was like riding a rocket up that hill. I could feel that devilish smile with the addition of that one little curl in the right corner. I didn't wanna look at the speedo, but I did and she was inching past 100........up hill! By this time there was some traffic upcoming, but far enough to hold my speed. After the crest is a short downhill grade. The stars must have been in perfect alignment. Every car that was in a quarter mile of moved over one lane. Is the world perfect today or what. As I passed, the moved back into my lane, and went about putting along.
Next curve, Mormon Temple. Once again, left lane parted like Moses and the Red Sea. Coming down the steep hill that is infamous for people locking up at the last second in the middle due to its deceptively smooth but sharp left curve. Just before the curve I drifted a little, and then brought her back in on line and let the torque do the rest. The B'stones gave not a peep, as I slungshot around the curve.
The rest of the ride was more of the same, but I just backed off to about 80 - 85. I am still feeling giddy over it all. I hope this feeling lasts all day. Seize the day!!!! for Glory is promised not to the timid.
Lovejoy
now, i drive 27 miles thru pure 3-lane HW/parking-lot HELL!!! can't wait till we move to the mountains next year!
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