Colloquio Politico

We need an autobahn.  You know, a place where there is no speed limit so I can drive like I normally do without the risk of becoming a felon.  To be honest, I can’t really remember the last time I didn’t CLOSELY examine the maximum speed of my work truck on the freeway.  My 6,500lb mountain glides along at 120 so smoothly that the Germans couldn’t help but lift their beer steins.  Montana used to have a “reasonable and prudent” speed limit with no actual numerical limit.  Now we’re talking.  I could get used to reasonable and prudent.  I don’t give a crap that the death rates were lower during this period of no speed limit, I just wanna go fast.  I made it to Vegas in like three hours one time.  That’s counting one stop at the giant thermometer, one stop at prim valley to quell the overwhelming urge to smoke indoors, and one stop at a roadside beef jerky stand.  Just imagine if I could keep it to the wood the whole time.  Two hours later I could be drunk and half naked on the floor of some club turning my shirt into a helicopter propeller.  Man I love doing the helicopter…