The ships steward stopped at the rail of the ship during a particularly rough ocean crossing and gazed compassionately at the man whose slumped position over the rail and whose intensity of gaze toward the depths betokened all too well the ravages of seasickness.
Gently, the steward patted the man’s shoulder. “Cheer up, sir,” he murmured. “I know it seems bad, but really, you know, nobody ever dies of seasickness.”
The afflicted gentleman lifted his greenish, tortured face to his comforter and gasped in hoarse accents. “Don’t say that, man. For heaven’s sake, don’t say that. It’s only the hope of dying that’s keeping me alive.”
On the track, I am fearless.
If you were as slow as me, you wouldn't be afraid either.
1994 M Edition
CSP 67
But I still don't understand what any of this has to do with Reno!!!
Maybe 4 wheels aren't so bad after all... wickett.org
It only goes to show when people can no longer discriminate on the grounds of race, religion, or sexual orientation, they can improvise and still find someone to hate. - Dave Moulton