In the new age of protecting your children and bringing up a baby by the book, you might as well live a little.

Tonight a dakota pickup thought it would be funny to drive 45MPH in the 55 on the way home...they FIANLLY moved over out of the left lane and in doing so I put my foot down. Being all downhill...I let off when the speedo buried itself in the 120 region and took my turn for some food before bed. Danerous? Sure...but for anyone else besides me? No...unless my car somehow exploded and destoryed that car on the other side of the ditch median

How do you know you are living if you can't feel alive? Is that how it goes?