D was more difficult than I imagined it would be. I recruited my husband’s help, on this one – and it’s probably going to get me put on a list, somewhere. But since his suggestion of “dunk a basketball” was met with heavy sighs, eye-rolling, and “you surely know me better than that,” he shifted into high gear and proved he does.
“Drive a Lamborghini?”
“No!” I have visions of denting the damned thing and throwing up in the driver’s seat.
I laughed. Almost tempting, but not really. A few laps around the Daytona 500 – on a slow day? Sure, maybe, why not. No – that’s the most boring 2.5 mile oval ever invented, and after biking around it for 33 miles, I should know. “Nope. What could I drive that’s actually…interesting?”
“Drive a locomotive?”
“Oh, hell yes. But do you think anyone would ever let me do that?” I’m convinced there’s a locomotive driver’s union, somewhere, and this is definitely against their rules. But J.J. seems to think there’s hope… maybe there’s an old steam engine somewhere, on a side track, that gets trotted out for special occasions – so why not? Call it an aspirational goal. And shouldn’t they all be? “But what if they don’t?”
I narrow my eyes at him. And slowly smile. I imagine pushing the button that touches off the implosion of an old building; shoving down the plunger that blows the TNT to carve a tunnel through the mountain; or taking a sledgehammer or an AK-47 to an old StairMaster. “That could work.”
Other ideas included “dance at a ball during the Salzburg Music Festival,” or “create an exotic signature drink,” or “dine on–” Wait, what weird food have I not tried, yet – that I might actually want to try? I’m open to suggestions. Leave them in the comments!