55.4 MPH on a Bicycle. My Bike. Snot Rockets.

I have had trouble lately trying to determine what about riding a bike I'd like to talk most about, I mean certainly we have all seen a variety of riders out there on the street and trails and occasionally some of us seek out the bike and performance that best suits us as individuals, certainly that is conversation I am having lately but it is punctuated by the thought of risk that is greater in this sport than in other sports that I've tried lately, I mean gosh, like the only risk in running is that big blue truck that passes me in the pre dawn hour, I swear the driver has yet to drink his or her fill of coffee because the truck negotiates our teeny road with the finesse that you'd expect from a monster truck...very little finesse, actually quite the opposite of it plus factor in wikked wide turns and a thundering motor-I'd much prefer that Buggatti Veyron ride that at $1.5 promises (prolly willing to guarantee, if you're anal like me) that the handling will be so lovely you'd never know you were travelling 110 mph in a 25 mph-- nonetheless, the opportunity to ascertain its handling is like totally not realistic, but FOCUS, today, on my new Michelin tires, I actually hit a new top speed as measured and tracked by the GPS on board...have I piqued your interest? I hit a new top speed of 55.4 MPH on a bicycle, yes a velocipede version of the Bugatti, at least a version that I am willing to, in all kinds of jest, assert that I am deserving of such comparison--maybe it's my new tires, maybe is due to a lack of fear and winters on the slopes scaring the crap out of myself by skiing some fucking fast bursts that feel nearly transcendental like I've liquified or my skis are liquid or like today my tires felt liquid but I felt very tight and strong and in control of the machine but completely reliant on the performance level that these tires had to give and I was so very happy that I lived and it was incredibly fun to go that fast and I'm trying to reel it in so I quit doing messed up stuff like that because today at work the cook insisted that I can only do that kind of riding so many times before I'll have to pay some kind of price (reciting a story about the dish guy who got hit by a dump truck) and I'm not sure the price, not sure how likely I am to fail, but I am willing to risk something regrettable because if I live my life on the very conservative protective side of what makes me feel the most and what registers somehow with passion in my heart, I will plummet into the icky grey white noisy mundane so give me speed and quick breeze and snot rockets and fast times and cars that pass me kinda slowly and keep me safely on my machine because serious injury is really the only thing that will ultimately brake [break] my heart - My first ever bike race is June 17, 45 miles -