I drive fast.  Too fast.  In fact, I think speed limits should be outlawed.  I love to drive fast in L.A.  More so than in Boise because I know where I’m going and I know the short-cut how to get there.  I still get lost in Boise after nearly 18 years.  My husband explained to me today over lunch it’s because I didn’t have driver’s training in Boise and I learned how to drive in the Valley.  This could be true.  He claims in Boise they test students on the street grids every 1 mile.  Like, you have to know it goes Eagle Road, Cloverdale, Five Mile, Maple Grove.  Don’t hold me to those last two being in the right order.  I know they’re in there, just not sure which one comes first.

As I was driving Chinden today and slowing down because I know just where those cops hide around the curve when the limit drops to 35mph, I looked at my speedometer.  The gage goes up to 160.  My question is–how can I ever know for sure if the car will go that fast when I never have the opportunity to open her up and try it out?  My guess is the car has the potential.  It’s a Mercedes with a tiptronic shifter.  I’m contemplating where I can smoke some pavement and let her go wide open. 

My dream before I die would be to drive the Indianapolis Pace Car on race day and let it scream across the brickyard.  Now that would be cool!