Today I'm in my zone on base.. You know, that place that's below reality yet you can't touch the bottom of it? I'm rudely awakened by a voice. "You're holding up traffic". I glance over to a uniform in a white pick up. I ask somewhat winded "how fast am I going?" He looks at the dash and reports "20, you're holding us up". I look forward at the speed limit sign.

"Speed limit's 15. Slow the **** down sailor." I yell over to him.

And I peel off to the right.

That felt sooo good to say. My toes almost curled.