Whenever I need a quick shot, I get on my bike and ride six blocks to the busiest, steepest hill in Seattle. I pump as fast as I can and shoot down at 40 mph. Sometimes I ride inbetween cars, only an arms length away.
I used to race gokarts. They don’t do it for me anymore. I moved on to mini sprint cars. They’re not much better than gokarts. So I started working on a race car. That worked for all of one summer. This year it aint’ enough.
Dammit, I need to buy me a stock car and drive it!
I would just drive real fast on the road, but that’s just stupid and it recklessly endangers other people. If I’m going to be recklessly endangering myself, it’s one thing. I dont’ wanna hurt anyone else.
So until I can afford to buy myself a race car, I’ll just have to do drugs to get adrenalin, or something…
motorcycles are a good start…having some jerkoff pass you in your own lane at 80 mph is a real rush…
Allow me to amend my previous post: I can and do drive fast on the highway, but that’s straight-line speed. I’m more of a road-course girl. I need challenge. Unfortunately, driving performance on a curvy road means using ALL of the road - not viable on a shared street. ::sigh:: Someday I’ll be in Grand Prix or something, and y’all can say you knew me when. 
I might get a motorcycle, just because they FEEL faster than a car, at the same speed.
Penn Station to Grand Central to make a train in 15 minutes. Actually I am always trying to make some funky connection with no time to do it - I usally just make it. Sometimes I run down to the platform just to see the doors close (AND THEY DON’T MOVE THE F#$%EN TRAIN FOR 2 WHOLE MINUTES).
Change my baby boy’s diaper. In a draft. Without pulling the new diaper out of the bag first. In a white shirt.
-Rue.
[Tongue planted firmly in cheek]
Doggy-style sex with Supergirlfriend, I’ll call her by someone else’s name, and see how long I can hold on.
[/Tongue planted firmly in cheek]
Speed. Lots of it. As in drivin’ fast. I’m with racinchikki. Someday when I’m racing in CART or any other open wheel racing I think I’ll have fixated my need or speed till then it’s just drivin’ 120’ish on the freeway when no one else is around.
I put a hungry ferret in my pants.
Skiing in glades at night, fast as I can, w/ a small mag light on my head. scares the hell outta me, u gotta try it!
(who the fuck puts a rodent down their pants?)
Nod off ever so briefly at the wheel. In heavy traffic. At 70 mph. While talking on a cell phone. And eating a Sausage McMuffin. With cheese.
Snowboarding at Mt Buller (About 5-6 hours from Melbourne).
And since I work in a bar, telling a drunk to sober up or I won’t serve him. pulls out his nice steel baseball bat
I take my hydrocortisone pills.
I drive a minivan!
[sub]well, not really