Joy comes from doing what you were designed to do.
Have you ever driven a really cool car that was designed to run flat out on the road.
Years ago I took my 65 Ford Falcon on a trip up north – no cars – just deer and jack pines for hundreds of square miles. I took it up to just shy of 100 mph just to see if it would do it.
It did – front end shaking like the wheels were full of marbles; pistons whacking away at the walls of the engine like hammers banging on a metal shed. It was just a little scary and there wasn’t much joy.
Now with my wife’s yellow Mustang I’ll bet if I did that there would be great joy –
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