I’m the one passing you…

I love to drive fast. I don’t get to very often, but when the highway is mostly empty on a late night, I can’t help it. I push the pedal to the floor and I feel the engine ignite beneath my feet. The power is exciting. The knowing that I am doing something illegal and that I might get caught increases the adrenaline flow and I can’t help feel like part of me is alive, a part that doesn’t get to live very often. I feed on this adrenaline like a lion feasting on a fresh kill. It’s dangerous, but only mildly so, and I don’t get to be dangerous enough. Perhaps it is just a guy thing, but every once in a while don’t you feel like living on the edge?

So if you see a truck zipping past you at break-neck speeds, that is me. If I am riding your bumper and passing you like we are in a life-sized game of Pole Position, I apologize, because that is me too. Life is too full of restraint, so please allow me this momentary lapse in maturity and judgement.

By Evan Stark

Eddie Renz is an avid fan of Egyptology, Wilbur Smith and bacon. Not a fan of humility but often finds himself humbled when he is around people who understand numbers like the Fibonacci sequence and Pi.

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