>Thrill Ride

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This weekend, my Dad gets to take a ride on my blue beaded bus. He made Elvis get out of the bus because he didn't trust his driving; he'd much rather drive himself. My Dad has been driving ever since he was old enough to see over the steering wheel. And, when he got older, he started racing. He loved to drag race, but eventually, he gave it up simply because cars no longer went fast enough for him. So, instead, he bought an airplane... and finally, a motorcycle.

My Dad was born with the need for speed, and he passed it on to me. I have fond memories of racing bicycles, riding roller coasters, racing go-karts, riding bumper cars, and flying with my Dad. Well, maybe they aren't all fond... When we raced go-karts, my Dad rode my tail the entire time until he successfully ran me off the track. At that point, I was usually yelling "Dad, they're not bumper cars!!" No matter how hard I stepped on the gas pedal, it would not make the kart go fast enough. Of course, I always ended up spinning out and crashing into the tires because of Dad. But, afterwards, he always got me an ice cream cone to make up for it:)

I guess that's what fathers are for...

Happy Father's Day, Dad.

Enjoy the ride... and, please fasten your seat belt...