Rim on a Tusket while eating beef Brisket, but muffled sounds of what to mutter—the exhaust specifications keeping engines at a low-tone, I found my throne in the Driver’s Seat of a Tesla, taking a test-drive, while thriving and living as per chance, I accelerated like Lance—in silence the engine made no noises—awkwardly speeding up like a whoosh of air, blowing my hair, when on-ward I stared at the roads of Charlton, MA—taking it on rt. 20 that the SILENCE—once again, felt funny, the owner spending a wad of cash bills, when he let me take it for a spin, a quite quiet car—thanks to electricity!

I believe we took the Interstate, too, that is, I-290 highway,  that was my way to—having spoken to Elon Musk for 40+ minutes on the phone in 2005—I told Dan B. to put down $50,000 on a “Reservation” for the Tesla Roadster, that it reaches 60 mph in a matter of under 3 seconds, and has a top speed of 250+ mph!

Everyone knows I’ve chatted with Elon Musk on the phone, me and him, I’m so proud of!