What Makes My Heart Beat Faster

So I just got home after spending a terrific afternoon taking my neice, Morgan, and nephews, Drew and Jason, with my sister, Wendy, on one of those Crazy Aunty Amy shopping sprees, then to The Dairy Center for an art opening, then to great dinner at Zolo Grill, then taking Morgan home in Brad’s Mercedes SL55 AMG.  I almost never drive Brad’s car since I have an incredible Mercedes CLK55 AMG of my very own, which Brad amazingly negotiated from Mercedes as a replacement for the one that caught on fire in our driveway, which made my heart beat fairly quickly at the time. 

But what I’m talking about today is driving a rocket ship at 120 miles an hour on the new, empty tollway on the way home after dropping Morgan off, having driven her at a sedate 90-100 miles an hour.  Brad’s car handles like a dream, incredibly smooth and responsive and exciting and FAST.  I had Snow Patrol blasting and both hands on the steering wheel as the sun set behind the Rocky Mountains.  I love to drive, like to think that I drive well, and would still be driving at a high rate of speed down the highway if I didn’t have a husband and dogs waiting at home.  If you’re a friend of Brad’s, and you like to drive, definitely ask him if you can drive his rocket ship.  Certainly makes my heart beat faster..