Roller Coasters: These special people are my personal bane, they cannot maintain a speed to save their lives, often losing fifteen miles per hour going up any hill, no matter how small, then gaining thirty miles an hour on the down side of the hill. I swear when I am behind one going up a hill I can hear the clackitty-clackitty-clack as they slowly crest the hill just before they throw their hands over their head and zoom off down the road.

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