I spend the afterchurch speeding through spring on the back of a motorcycle. Belg loves speed and power as much as I do. I savor the flight-- and the welcome chance to think not in words but in pictures, in motion, in music--or not at all.
Manage to squeeze off a few photos. Luckily I'm not driving, otherwise we'd still be out on the road... "just one more shot!"
Somehow, I get the feeling if you were driving, you'd be taking pictures and talking to friends on your cell phone at the same time. :-p
ReplyDeleteIt's like when we were kids--riding your bike with no hands, only a 70 miles per hour.
Not on a motorcycle. But in a car...
ReplyDeleteDon't worry, I stop multitasking if I'm actually driving at speed. My mom reads this, so I won't tell you what qualifies as speed ;-)
Mach-3?
ReplyDeleteWarp 5?
Ludicrous speed?
DSL? (okay, now I'm just being silly)
Big Mother is Watching! My lips are sealed!
ReplyDeleteOr perhaps I should say, I'm keeping mum!
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