Trippy, I hope you are reading this after your run this morning...
You set the bar, now jump the fvck over it, or drag your sorry a$$ back to your Mom's basement.
Run 100.01 MPH not because there are bets on the line, not because some other boats came out ot race you, but because you said you could.
100.01 of not.
Sharkey drank the Koolaid.