A few days ago, the usual suspects - meaning John and Greg and Terese and I - were spending a delightful afternoon visiting friends. After dinner, Terese and I were yakking away near a large picture window which looked out onto this pastoral scene:
Oh, sure, the skies were sunny and the grass green and all. Yada yada yada yada. But see the Kuboda ATV? Is that a thing of beauty, or what?! Terese and I looked at each other and didn't have to even say a word. We were hoofing it out to the lawn to check it out within seconds.
We both appreciated the appeal of this perfectly sized Terese and Julia vehicle; me because I'm, well, just me; and Terese because she is a wild woman on anything with an engine that resembles a four wheeler or a riding lawn mower.
Seriously.
So my friend Denise should have known better, really she should have. But she saw us admiring her very expensive present and innocently asked if we would like to take it for a test drive.
Foolish, foolish woman.
We had our backsides firmly planted in the seats before the poor thing had a chance to change her mind. Denise's husband gave us driving lessons.
Foolish, foolish man.
We immediately took off across the pasture. When the ride first began, I was all like la la la la la, smiling and waving and everything. Then Terese figured how to put that baby into high gear.
AAAAAACCCCCKKKK!
(She's actually a pretty capable driver, but don't tell Terese I said that.)
Before long, I
Terese? The barbed wire fence directly in front of us was abundantly visible and in spite of what it may have appeared, I was firmly in control of the vehicle at all times.
See?
Yes. That's John singing "....a THREE HOUR TOUR..."
We're speed demons, we are.
Ahh. What fun. It seemed fitting to end such a pleasant day with a perfect sunset.
As expected, I'm pooped out by yesterday's adventure - but it was worth it.
See y'all tomorrow.
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