why is it that every goof in a new challenger wants to race me?

clueless in the sense that when your time is up.. its up. sure you can live
a life of mediocre, mundane existance, tryin to minimize your chances of
a pre-mature death. but is that really living? I think not. if a dear smokes me..
oh well. I can just as easily be smoked by a car while crossing the street,
which according to statistics is a WAY greater probability then hitting a deer with
a motocycle. btw,, getting smoked by a car is exactly what happened to me.
hence my months of absence from abody forums. I see life a bit differently now....

live it.. don't just exist in it.