Sad news for Stella - I've met a new soulmate. Its name is Sea Doo, and it was endless fun this weekend.
I had this little dream machine up to 65. I was flying, y'all.
I was trying to see if it'd actually go 70, as the speedometer suggests, but once I hit 65 it was literally about to bounce me off into the Ohio.
I was holding on for dear life. God it was fun.
As proof it's finally summer I have the outline of a life-jacket sunburned into my back and arms. Too bad it's almost over. *Cue the deep depression!
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