tempting fate

The other day as I was biting into a Luna Bar, my friend Doug pointed out that those tasty little gems of quick-fix protein were being recalled (voluntarily it turns out) due to the peanut pandemic. I continued chomping and said what I always say in such circumstances: "oh well, I've had a good life," and I have.

Sometimes, now that I have Ruby the red Spectra who can go fast without sounding like she's about to disintegrate (those of you who remember Blue Boy or who actually had the pleasure of being a passenger know that he was, well, old and, well, scarily noisy sometimes), I find myself going fast -- a little too fast. I guess I relied on Blue Boy's warning (whining?) system to let me know when I was at 72 -- that was his approaching critical mass speed.

What's the point of all this, you might well ask. Well, I guess it's about small ways of tempting fate. You know, those little things we do that make us feel like we can, in some small way, take a walk on the slightly wild side. What do you do to make yourself feel ever so slightly dangerous?

Happy Tuesday