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An old friend from school got wind of my 185 escapade. He is now abroad for 2 weeks.

Fully understanding my current state of mind, he left me his car to use during the two weeks. He spent 10 minutes explaining to me the buttons, knobs and controls. Then we went for a quick spin around his housing estate.

I asked him two questions. 1) Would he get into any trouble if some woman sees me driving his car? Answer was, “No way”. 2) Would I get into any trouble if some woman sees me driving his car? Answer was, “No” again. Satisfied with the answers, I was ready to take possession of the car.

Before I drove the car away, he told me that the car is only on loan to me; that I should take good care of it; that I may not want to return it at the end of the two weeks; and that it has eight air-bags.

Now, what does a woman do with information like that? Question rephrased: What does a woman like me do with information like that?

What a challenge!! Off I went into stop-and-go traffic on the way home when I caught sight of the empty highway parallel to the street I was in.

I turned into the highway and quickly got myself comfortable. Too comfortable and too quickly. I only realised how fast I was going when I looked into the rearview mirror and saw the cars behind me disappearing as fast as they had appeared. It handled like a dream. It hugged the road so firmly that I thought I was only cruising at 120. The wheel in my hands was unrattled at all when I saw that the speedometer had climbed to 200!

That was absolutely liberating! I called the owner who then told me that he had never even taken it past 180. All I could say was, Oooops!!
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