The only time I tried to ghost ride my whip I tumbled from it and watched from the asphalt as it slowly headed toward a concrete wall behind Need Supply Co. and Plan 9 in Richmond's famous Carytown District (The car was going way too fast when i stepped out).
Luckily my car didn't careen into a permanent structure, thereby destroying my two-year old baby and injuring my friend Tom (who sat nonplussed in the passenger seat, for seconds that seemed like minutes, before palming the break pedal thus bringing the unleashed beast to halt--always warn the passenger before you do something this idiotic).
Let my cautionary tale be a lesson.
In reminiscence (is that even a word or just a Bushism?) of one of the stupidest things I've ever done I offer "Nine Blocks" by RVA's own:
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Ahhh, memories.
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