Going 100 mph on a motorcycle would get my blood pumping so fast I'd have a heart attack.
I'm not big on doing 100...I have done about 90 tho:).
Mack fusses a bit sometime because he says I go to slow, I don't keep up with him. One time I told him, I wanted to lead so I didn't feel so pressured to go fast. We were going down an expressway, I was really enjoying not having any pressure, thought I was within the speed limit, my speedometer doesn't work. Mack pulled up by me laughing and said, look at my speedometer. I was doing 90.
Becky