Sure. Clog my arteries? Ha! I thrive on "fríjoles con garra" (beans and pork hooves) and "fritanga" (fried creole potatos, steamed manioc, fried pork guts filled with rice and blood or "morcilla", fried plantain, fried pork and fried pork skin). Here you have some of that:
After eating that, you can go down a seriously steep 9.000 feet high mountain on a wooden car at 80-100 kph, riding on bare bearings in the middle of the jungle. Both photos were taken on the same picnic: the pilot holds the brake in his hand (the wood stick). Just look at the face of the guy on the left. Exhilarating is the key word.
I'm going seriously out of thread, on a "patriotic attack", sorry. You can hardly imagine what we eat down here. These are just a few of the over 200 different fruits we can eat, for example. They "taste like flowers smell", as Cristopher Columbus said:
Anón
Borojó (seriously aphrodisiac)
Caimito (it really smell like a flower)
Chirimoya
Chontaduro (another aphrodisicac, or so they say)
Curuba
Feijoa
Guanàbana
Guayaba
Lulo
Manzana de amor (love apple)
Pitaya
Tamarindo
Uchuva
You can imagine we are totally used to variety.
Part of life is the adventure, the same way French are a part of Canada. What would we do without guys like JV in F1? Man, we need someone who takes risks, besides Alonso.
You cannot buy a Ferrari and drive it like if it was a baby carriage, I think. I wonder how come that of 400 Ferraris only 4 have been wrecked. I hope it's because they have excellent drivers (I guess this is a precondition to get one, not simply the money). Of course, Ted68 horrendous photos remind us that it's better to race those cars on a race track.
Now, Ted, you can understand why I have such a wild imagination: it must be all that borojó and poutine in my blood...