The need for speed

This past week I thought i'd put my GSXR, aka crotch rocket and my guts to the test, and open it up on the freeway. Now in no way am I bragging about how fast I went. I do think it's really cool to be able to say that I have been this fast without leaving the ground. How many people do you know can say they have ever achieved this kind of speed on the ground? This can easily make for a good story to the grandkids someday.
I will never go this fast again, but it was quite the rush. How fast did I go you ask? 160MPH!!!!!!
I know... I'm nuts. Immediately after reaching that speed I slowed down, so it wasn't like I held that speed for a long time. My bike can reach that speed quite fast and slow down just as fast; all by the touch of the throttle.

Night at the Drag race

A couple of weeks ago Janna, Sklyer and I went on a date to the Rocky Mountain Raceway to check out the jet cars. I have seen the jet tank before at an airshow, but have never seen jet cars race down the drag.
It was the coolest thing ever to be there. Those engines are so loud. You absolutely have to go see them next season if you get a chance. Ear plugs is a must, unless you want to loose your ear drums.
When the engines fire up they make multiple loud explosion sounds. Once they take off, they roar by reaching speeds from 0-275 mph+ in less than 6 seconds! That's got to be the biggest rush ever.
Sklyer was pretty scared with how loud the cars were. Not only did he have his earplugs in the whole time, but also had to have his ears covered up nearly the entire time to.
The people watching is pretty good at the races as well. You have all kinds of interesting walks of life surrounding you. Good times though.