This strikes me as being similar to that feeling you got as a kid that very first time you were about to go down the big drop on Splash Mountain.

Things start of a little bumpy, but nevertheless you're cruising along a quiet little stream with the sound of happy little music playing along. You just sit there, relax, and everything seems rosy. All of sudden, there is a tight bend in the river, and the logboat that you are riding in hits the side with a sudden jolt and awakens you from your little daydreams.

But still, despite the bump, things still appear to be going smoothly and the happy music is still playing. But this time, something is different. It all just seems be a bit TOO happy. And then you find yourself being inexplicably dragged upwards, and you see a little cartoon character statue telling you to smile for the camera.

Oh shit.

A split second later, you realize what's about to happen. And its too late to jump ship. All the nervous dread building up inside, that intense longing to be anywhere else BUT here, that sudden regressive desire for a bottle and a nice warm blanky, and a thousand other similar ideas and thoughts suddenly fester up within you, leaving you the overwhelming desire to scream.

Then you see a little flash, your heart drops out, and down you go....

The difference is that this time, there is no smiling brer rabbit and happy music awaiting you at the bottom.

Man, this briar patch is going to hurt...

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(I feel the need to mention that those hubcaps are NEVER correctly centered.)

Really, they're not much uglier than Chryslers. (Better built, that I will grant you. But not any more attractive.)

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