Greetings all; I'm guest-authoring Speed's blog as he continues to mend (see final paragraph - last post). Though temporarily out of commission, he continues to bombard me with ideas/suggestions/directives for delivery to his loyal followers, the Speed Demons. I 
Some time ago, I was literally created out of thin air; specifically, as my embodiment careened at terminal velocity toward earth - from about 12,000 feet. It was somewwhere near the 9,000 foot mark that the adrenaline charged sperm of an idea, met with the thrill-seeking egg of its host, and voila', Tommy was conceived and, flashing his trademark "V", became fully formed before he hit the ground. After that, every trip down the river, every highly-charged competition, every controlled explosion (in other words, every dance on the knife's edge of fear) that Speed has reported on, has been my handiwork.
As you might imagine, my uber-agressive ready/fire/aim approach to life has won me, in equal numbers, admirers and detractors. As you also might imagine, I care not a whit. Speed sets the course and I pilot the ship, while the third member of this unholy trinity, Jesse Wrinkles (you'll meet him soon enough) provides little more than ballast. Indeed, there are other iterations rattling around in here: Spike, Pinto, et al; from time to time, each will assert himself, but rarely have a positive influence on any outcome. 
My plans for this year are still in the formulative stages; assuredly, they'll include the usual river trip and camping detonations - maybe a quick trip back to the dark continent. Who knows? This may be my first and last post, as Speed's recovery is proceeding faster than many would prefer expected. As such, I'm mixin' me a batch of Bloody Marys, grabbin' a flaxen-haired beauty and headin' on down to Texas. I love road trips. Adios, amigos..............
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