Folded Thought of the Day:


Here we go again. That familiar, all-too recognizable pit stop 
on this pointless and relentless spinning-of-wheels endeavor 
of ours.  Where does it end?  Who can say?  Who among us is 
turning up the volume instead of keeping it at a low hum?  Who's 
speeding on a track of their own making?...defying conventional 
wisdom on the limits of our potential.  

Turning the machine into an extension of our humanity instead of 
perpetuating the fuzzy relationship we've cultivated.  Shifting 
into gears that were never engineered.  Stopping at the oddest of 
intervals and hugging corners at velocities far too dangerous for 
your above average weekend road warrior -- the ones that ends up 
in the circle within the circle with a bathing beauty on each arm.  
Just another pretty boy with a winning smile.  

But not this fella.  Skirting the limits of imagination and 
avoiding the well-lit roadways.  Leaving his mark on the mile 
posts of Route 66.  

Somebody's gotta sign this kid up.  Get him on the racing circuit. 
'Speed Racer' for the 21st Century.  Think of the possibilities.  
The press coverage.  The product endorsements.  Slap them stickers 
on the passenger side.  Who wouldn't want their logo flashing by 
at that speed?  

Of course, once he gets a look at that contract it will be a long 
time before anybody catches up with him.  And when they do get hot 
on his trail, he'll driving away at the head of a black wind.  
Leaving all the dirty details and murky promises in his wake.  


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