I rode with a guy who had a big truck and loved driving drunk. He’d honk at cops yelling at them to get out of the way, speed around them, drove off the road and back on again, knocked me out of my seat, almost ran over a turtle…
..and this was just to the corner store. First and last time for me.
I hung onto the side of the pool when I was 5. At 7, I bravely swum to the middle, sank to the bottom and had to get hooked out.
I tried a few yee-haw things since but it’s not for me. Darwin’s law and all
Oh it’s my nature. I rush in blindly and then? Instant regret.