11:46 PM My brother just called me collect at the office from a bar in West Virginia. I hadn't heard from him in months. This wasn't unusual, he lives in an RV and works construction jobs when he can find them. This wasn't the first time he'd unexpectedly called me collect from a bar, either. This time, he wanted advice as to whether he should dump his wife of less of than a year for another woman; both were at the bar. He explained that the new woman loved to go the racetrack and hated bars, the opposite of his wife. He said just last weekend, he'd borrowed her uncle's car and ran a quarter mile in 7.2 seconds, reaching 146 miles per hour by the end of the stretch Hmm, I said, that's about 400 MegaHertz?, trying to translate into computer speed. When you take off that fast, you're eyes blur he said.