Yeah, driving a 65 Pontiac LeMans, yellow with a black rag top. Man, I loved that car. I used to drive it down I-5 at 100 mph at around 4:30 AM on my way to the racetrack. That is until one very rainy morning when I ended up doing about 3 donuts and managed to not hit the concrete bulkheads of the freeway as they passed in and out of my vision. I slowed down to 80 when I got straightened away.
Father, you protected me even when I was lost. I can never thank you enough for all you've done for and given me. Blessing upon blessing. Forgiveness. You rescued me. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.