Woosh!

"Faster, faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death"

Hunter S. Thompson

July 13th...what a day!
I was a blur of blue and grey
I thought that I would give it a try

and my eyes got really dry
My fuzzy hair was blowing in the breeze
At least I didn't freeze
Slipping and sliding

I guess that's what I got for riding
Clinging tight,
we went to the right
We were going fifty in a thirty,
and I got really dirty
Luckily no bugs were on my face...
That would have been awful to taste
Happy there was not one cop
we arrived to the top
The angel Moroni gleaming
I was just beaming
We came down like a flash of lightening
it was really frightening
The engine went dead
And then I thought about Fred (my imaginary boyfriend)