One day, when I’m mature enough to support the weight of my own head, I’m going to procure a dune buggy.

I will drive it on the dunes. I will go up one side and down the other. All day long.

Slack-jawed gawkers will see me fly by and say “Sweet milk of manatee, look at that dune buggy go!”

If a seagull gets in my way, I cannot guarantee its safety because I will be going fast.