Whisky Van Gogh Go

I know when the retarded, bad-ideas lobe of my brain is talking.

The bad-ideas mind was wondering if we could hit 120mph coming downhill from Park City. We hit 112. The bad-ideas mind wondered if we could climb a twenty story vertical fire escape at 2am. We did. 

The bad-ideas mind has always, always wondered what it would be like to be in a hurricane.

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Fighting the urge to run out and buy a GF1. The morning after is going to be very interesting.