I can't drive 55.

Merrick recently got a bike on loan from my aunt. He loves to drive to the top of our sidewalk and fly down and crash into the grass at the other end. As fast as possible. Sometimes he whips around the bend in the sidewalk towards our townhouse and I have to close my eyes to resist the urge to squelch the adventurer in him. I recently heard a song that I think applies here. Goes something like this:

One foot on the brake and one on the gas. Well, there's too much traffic, I can't pass. So I tried my best illegal move, and a big black and white come and crushed my groove. Again.

Go on and write me up for 125. Post my face, wanted dead or alive. Take my license and all that jive. I can't drive 55. - Sammy Hagar

As the woman who will be writing the checks when he's on our car insurance policy...I hope this song does not also apply to when he's driving something with an actual engine.

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