Sounds painful but really it wasn’t.
We were tootling along GA 121 when we encountered someone out for a Sunday drive on Saturday. Going 45 in a 60 zone is bad enough but then the speed decreased to 40. Time to do something!
Things don’t happen quickly in the Barge. Given our acceleration is usually furlongs per fortnight, I figured our passing distance was several miles.
When all was clear as far as I could see, I put the pedal to the metal and tried to attain Warp 8. And she shook her butt a moment, dropped into second and did exactly that. By the time I looked in the mirror there was a cloud of black smoke like an old F3 loco going uphill and no slow little car to be seen.
I was really surprised. This was no stately procession; this was 10 tons of a rocket ship.
Barge my ass.