Trix are for kids.

For some reason, there are a few people here that trust me enough to borrow their gators.  My first impulse, after not having driven for a couple of months, was to race around in the thing to see how it moved, but, instead, I kept to a sedate pace.  So slow, in fact, that it was hard to get over the speed bumps.  Accelerating a bit over the next bump, I got a little air time. 

I felt a bit guilty about it, looking around to see if the guys who'd let me borrow the gator had seen me, but all was well.  They didn't see me joyriding. 

I borrowed the cart because my coworker was transporting a server in a hard-shelled case out to Bagram by chopper and needed help transporting it.  Well, my back had been hurting and feeling a bit "out", but, one lift of that server and it felt all better.  Whatever was "out" must have slipped back in under all that weight. 

So, yay!  And you'll be happy to know that I returned the gator unscratched, if a little shaken up.