OK, so yesterday wasn’t
TGIF, but it most assuredly was
Sure
Happy
Its
Thursday for a myriad of reasons. Let’s just say I had to do something outside the box to unwind. Not much really, enough to get the redneck genes aligned in the proper helix.
Out of storage came my iPod, full of the Eclecto Collection including: Hendrix, Garth Brooks, Jethro Tull, Ottorino Respighi, Martina McBride, Zucchero, Chicago, Chase, Vivaldi, Yello, Los Lonely Boys, Arturo Sandoval, etc.
Jumped on my Speedy with ear buds in place, volume at full tilt, and mind set on a new personal best - fastest indicated speed with discernable words.
Took off up the highway, no dark blue nasties in sight, a few mild curves, and a handful of 1-to-2 mile straights. 80 mph then 90 then 100 then 110 then 120 (whole lot of buffeting going on) then 130 and finally, when the Mr. Sphincter alarm went off, 135 mph.
So with all the music my self-selecting iPod had to choose from I got...wait for it...Josh Groban’s
You’re Still You. Not George Thorogood’s
Bad to the Bone nor Wilson Pickett’s
Mustang Sally nor ZZ Top’s
La Grange nor Billy Veeter and the Beaters’
At This Moment. Nope, good old Josh Groban A.K.A. Mr. Mild Milk Toast.
The point? There is none. That’s the point.
OK, it’s time to fess up all you closet iPod bikers, motorcyclists, posers...whatever. How fast have you gone and still been able to hear and recognize the lyrics on your 2-wheeled thunder beasty?
135 mph starts us. Let the lies begin!