Time machines on the road to glory.
When I was a kid I lived high on a ridge above a valley in east Tennessee. On warm summers nights you could hear the thunder of the 1960's race cars at Maryville drag strip below. These machines spoke to something inside me I can still hear clearly today and even as a child it was music to my ears. Without permission or giving a second thought a five mile walk or run was often next in store. What a place it was to see and feel. Men and machine without restriction to either. Yes a rough place to be many a fist fight broke out but mostly car battles held center stage. It was so grand to feel your chest pound with the rap of an engine coming to life. Gasoline fueled most cars and alcohol some of the men to be fair. In 1964 Ford brought out the Thunderbolt to counter the hemi heads who ran the show. I have never stopped dreaming of those day. In between maters of life I have stepped in and out but I have built many cars and felt the wonder of the speed they deliver. With ever new bolt and nut it seeks to go just a little faster it has a will of its own. If you have not had this thrill I am sorry you have missed so much. For only seconds at a time I have out run all pains and hurts, its all left behind memories cannot even keep up. Its only price is a thirst that cannot be quenched it begs for more and more. I am growing older each day but the time machine in my garage is waiting for me to take all away again. joe