This going over 200 mph for more than a minute, safely, calmly and without fear of prosecution, or tire delamination, or even the discomfort of a chilly bum, just tooting along in Heaven's Left Lane with the top down now this, I've never done.
The bum agreed, and for a while they walked along together in silence, stopping every now and then to allow the Argentine writer to move off to an appropriate distance and take a photo.
