Trainwreck 1979

I was born on a highway, at 137 miles per hour.

I mean, not physically of course.  My meat was pushed out of my mother 14 years earlier, but I wasn't born, I didn't start to live until the spedometer hit triple didgits and I was bathed in the fumes of smokey diesel and burning rubber.

That was the day I stopped living in fear.  The day I first felt control. For once, my life was fully in my hands. One wrong move and it was twisted metal and a smear on the pavement.  But I didn't make a wrong move.  I didn't make a mistake.

Instead I made a bootleg turn into reverse, slipped between a pair of transports, and almost got decapitated.  It was glorious.

So when I say I can get it to you in thirty minutes or less, I mean it.