The last time I heard a story like this was in my high school's cafeteria:
...next thing I know we were running 80-90 miles an hour, and I was running along behind Don trying to keep up," Bingham said. "And I thought, well, since he knows where the curves are, surely I can stay on the road. But anyway, there were several places we hit over a hundred miles an hour. God, I was glad to get to his house.”
The analogy part: I wonder how many Republicans in the General Assembly are uncomfortable with the speed and direction of their out-of-control colleagues, but are afraid of what will happen if they try to slow things down?