COLEMAN’S BURNER

As I read Wanda’s article, my pulse raced, my palms began to sweat and even the hair on my arms began to rise. I remembered the exhilarating feeling that one attains while racing/driving at high speeds under the cover of darkness, between gas-tank fill-ups and rest-stop runs.

Recently, I decided to experience once again what a good rush felt like: Long Beach to San Diego in an hour and 28 minutes. No CHP officer stopped this little mission--until the downtown San Diego 10th Street exit.

In quiet disbelief the officer pulled alongside my VW bug at the stop sign, rolled down his window and said: “Do you have a license to fly?”

Wanda, just wave as you pass by me in the twilight, and good luck!

E.M. KRUSE

Long Beach