This is way off-topic and I accept the karma hit... At night, I'd sit up with my back propped up by pillows. I'd tuck the blanket underneath my feet and tuck i

This is way off-topic and I accept the karma hit... At night, I'd sit up with my back propped up by pillows. I'd tuck the blanket underneath my feet and tuck it in firmly by my sides. I'd prop a bit of the blanket out away from my chest and I was inside my imaginary monocock, doing laps at Monaco. I'd make the appropriate sound effects as I shifted and accelerated, braked and cornered at the edge of the envelope. Sometimes, I'd push it past the limits of the car and my own ability and would suffer the horrifying crash as a consequence. Much to the dismay of the missus, I sometimes still do. I just don't usually throw myself off the bed as I imaginary crash.