Status Updates From Sweetwater Blues

I cannot believe you did what you just did, Ray!

I'm reading a book with a character called Cheddar. I kid you not.

Regardless of how the estimate had been made, however, Palmer was certain of one fact. The Camaro had always run like a wild bat out of hell, and Palmer had always loved to drive it that way. So it was quite likely that he and Rodney had been going at least 120 miles per hour as they shot down Bankhead Bill like a jet on a runway, and the sad fact that he wished they hadn't been really didn't matter.