Power Trip

Tripping can refer to various things: mushrooms, uneven sidewalks, guilt and pop-up campers, to name but a few.
Petrol is my personal 'favorite'.
Actually, wilting in a malodorous cloud of invisible vapor is most nauseating, and it happens all too regularly. Walking is ever so much more appreciated when i've been filling a 20 gallon tank at prices near $4 per gallon.
Still, there is something quite titillating about the sensation of an accelerator pedal, and how little pressure is required to command such immense forces.
Alexander the Great and Genghis Khan had nothing on the average SUV driving soccer mom.
Okay, so maybe that's taking it a little far, but seriously, have you ever pedaled a bicycle up a steep or long hill, or both?
Try accelerating to all of fifteen or twenty-five miles per hour on a dead flat piece of road, and notice the effort. Carry a tiny backpack and feel the difference made by six pounds of energy bars, gorp and bear spray for slobbering dogs. Multiply that by a factor of 500... and let it sink in next time you lurch out from an intersection just to get ahead of that slowpoke there. Oh, and square the velocity.
If i ever get Attila the Fun street-legal, i'll be fully conscious (at least occasionally) of the power apparently at my disposal. ...And i will thoroughly enjoy it.