That adreneline rush that people say you get at speed, does happen. I went out to see Alex and Shell and have a coffee with them halfway between here and her (Shell’s) house last night.
It was nice to be honest although I kinda felt like I was being annoying in the fact that I’d dragged them out to the middle of nowhere at midnight for some coffee and a free baguette 
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Anyways, I left there at about ten past twelve and got back to mine for twenty to one. I hit 96MPH coming back down the M1 which I think is the fastest I’ve ever gone in that car. It was nice to just have an open road to myself, lights whizzing by and music loud.
Yeh, it was good.
Open roads have POLICE LURKING! (as I know to my cost both here AND in NZ)
Watch out…
If they’d go for anyone it’d be the people doing 125 and still whizzing by me
There is the safety element to consider too you know.And the dire possibility that your little cars component parts will start shaking apart…