No, not the narcotic, but a pure pounding heart in the race against time, the sensation of frost-biting cold from the wind tearing your face, the healthy torque of a horsepower beast, the hard pull of gravity from 15000 feet (is this a run-on?)...
Enough talk, here's the proof:
See that bloodlust in her eyes? She obviously can't get enough.
To my speed demon, happy day 3.
2 comments:
Cute pictures!! She's such a little daredevil :)
that is the grossest picture of me...isn't this supposed to be for my birthday??!! :)
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