Took the boys for a ride in the M3 yesterday.  We all got into the car when we were leaving campus.  Doug was prodding me to "see what this thing can do" so when we left Kingston Pike onto Alcoa Hwy. I stepped on it.

Next thing I know we were passing cars at 90 with my friend Mike holding his balls in his hands he was so scared.  Weaving around cars like they were matchbox staples.  Wow that was fun. 

Then we were traveling down Pellissippi and we came close to 100 with Doug talking on the phone with no clue how fast we were going.  When I told him about it later he told me he had no idea.  This car drives to good.

Ah, an M3.  I want an additional one.  Real bad.  Two is better than one.