Harley

And I'm like holding, then I'm like, yo, chill, chill.

But I look at the speedometer and he's going 20 kilometers, which is actually like four, it's like 35 miles per hour.

35 miles per hour.

You're like, what?

But because he's going and turning his body like acids type of thing where you can feel that.

So I was like, whoa.

And then I see the speedometer is only, and I start cracking up at the fact that this isn't real.

But it's also like not a quick drive out.

Like you like do a whole bunch of turns.

He literally hits like 12 turns and he hits it on every turn.

And actually like dead seriously misses the exit on the way out.

And he's like, oh fuck.

And we have to go back around.

So he hits on every single turn, not missing any.

And he's doing it and I'm cracking up because every time it's almost believable.

And I'm laughing.

So I go on the back to like check on a mirror to look at a mirror because like he's not familiar with this acid.

And I look at him and he's like holding both sides of the car and he's like a ghost.

Oh, he's like a ghost.

I asked him the next day, like, how far he's like, dude, I was literally in Mario Kart.