The dividing line..

Why do I jump the fence?
Only to fall deep into the ocean that it protects.
Swimming against the currents that surround me.
The waters that appear so beautiful, clear and blue,
pacifying me with their soothing notes,
now are despicably salty, and burn my senses.
Now, back out of the water,
I try hard to jump back over the fence.
It seems higher - so much more difficult to jump back over
than it was to jump in..
The ocean had drained me.
I dared not look back lest the waters lure me in again..
But, now believing I can jump back over,
I try, with all my might,
and, possibly, succeed.
I cannot look back again.
I must not.
For if I do, I shall once again feel drawn to it,
mesmerising as it is on the other side of the fence..
But, I fear for myself - for I won't survive again.
I shall only drown and lose myself,
never to be able to find myself again.
I grip the fence tight.
I look back at the ocean.
For no matter how hard I try,
it's memories remain with eyes closed.
I must see it. Watch it's graceful waves.
Stare into it's beauty, yet feel my hand bleed,
a perfect compliment to my heart.
For I dare not jump over again.
Why should I jump over the fence?
Why...do I want to again??

It's all relative...

"A minute spent with a loved one feels like a second, while a minute on a hot stove feels like an hour." How true the words of Einstein, his "theory of relativity". However, it's a bit different with speed. The feeling is very similar though...

Still recovering from the stage where realisation dawns that a dream from the future just hit reality bigtime, waaay sooner than expected, I can say I am truly awed at the true meaning of certain things taken for granted. How fast is fast? How slow is slow?

"Go slow!", she yelled at me... We were on the 20bhp Pulsar 220 doin about 60. "My Kine doesn't even go 60!" 60, to her, was fast. Yeah, with a bike like that, to me, 130 was fast! Yet here I was, just a few months down the line, with a massive 315bhp V8 engined 4x4 super-sedan, needle past 200! And boy how soon did she get there! The scenery turns into a total blur as you floor that pedal, and feel the shove into the back of your seat. The safety belts tense up and hold you there. The acceleration, for me, was brutal! 210... 220... Traffic! Brake down to 60 in under 3 seconds. Feeling the G-force squish me. That was fast! Yes, to me it was...

Then there's the Murcielago. The Zonda. The Veyron. And, of course, F1 cars. 100 comes up in 3, or even 2.5 seconds. F1 cars do 0-200-0 in 5.5 seconds dead. No Veyron or Aero TT can match that yet. It's all relative. If I had a Veyron, fast would be 407!