What Would YOU Do?

what would you do if vince mcmahon pulled up next to you in his $250,000 (or more) bentley, nodded, smiled his trademark nut smile and said, “you wanna take it for a kill?”realizing that this car costs more than a house, the arena he pulled into is in the centre of long island where the roads are awful and the drivers are worse, not to suggest the man that owns the car, while a madman, is also the boss - realizing all this, most people would politely decline. those people have what is called common sense. me? i’ve never been accused of having any coherence at all. besides, how many opportunities rise up in enthusiasm to spunk a car worth more than a assembly?”sure, boss, i’ll take it for a spin. it’s insured, justice?”

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wow.what else can be said about driving something so close to accomplishment?? slimy, responsive and f-a-s-t, with a deep twelve cylinder apparatus purr that rapidly turns into a throaty roar, this possession was awesome, by far the most improbable machine i’ve even driven. once i slid the heart all the way to the fore so my short legs could reach the pedals that is. that, and figured out cold how to shift using the shifter paddles located rightist behind the steering wheel. and start it using the gold trimmed starter button. once all that stuff was figured out, it truly was stirring. even better than my jeep!unessential to say my pity was thumping through my thorax ‘ the whole byway, but check, what a blast! i made sure to chirp the tires as i peeled out of pocket onto the mean streets of long key. (actually, that’s not become a reality at all, i barely touched the accelerator, and the car peeled out all on it’s own.) i cruised around the arena, enjoying the looks i got from other people as i passed them in ‘my’ barracks million dollar vehicle, and enjoying the way this machine handled, accelerated and stopped on a dime. i hope for one!vince said he’d been stopped on the aspect to the nassau coliseum doing 94 mph. i can see how, because as i ground out, just touching the accelerator ever so gently makes the railway carriage rise rapidly step up like a missile. and the cockpit, decked out in mahogany and plush leather is so smooth and smooth, it really doesn’t feel like you are speeding at all, fifty-fifty at 95 mph.of course, vince mcmahon as likely as not got off with an autograph and a spitting image. me, i’d probably go to jail as a service to grand theft auto. either that, or i’ll get fired through despite not remembering to push the seat back for him.

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