To the reader this note,
I have decide that after living for so many years, good ol Death must have forgotten me. Regaurdless of Deaths tardyness, Old age has still taken its toll. I am fed up with moving at half a snails pace, and living a life with no end in sight. I have strapped a pair of rockets to my wheelchair and am headed for the highway. I go to seek life's speed limit, the Terminal Velocity.
But I need your help. My reflexes aint used to be, so I someone to remotely steer for me. Please avoid hitting the other vehicles. They may be slower than me, but they are still bigger.
~ This grumpy old man