it was one of those days when the engine and tranny just hummed. no grinds, no chugs, just smooth fast everything. showed a couple of ricers what 100mph looks like and then headed over the hill from wilbraham to monson for you western mass guys. speed limit 35, well 65-70 works too. having an absolute ball playing with the corners when around the corner from the other way comes the local constable. uh oh. look in the rear view and see the tell tale tail lights of his interest in turning around and asking me a few questions. quick adrenaline rush and i realize i am very near my turn which will take me down another smaller and even more curvy country lane. speed increases and off i go. make my turn, a few more turns, and once again life is good.
then i built a deck.
