Heaven on Earth
As I write this, I just got back from the track — and it was heaven.
It's been a really long time since I stepped foot on hallowed ground and the cars were rocking tonight.
The piquant aroma of race fuel; the pungent headiness of copious amounts of burnt rubber; the sounds of big V8s bellowing like raging monsters — that's what life is all about.
No, I wasn't racing myself — I was just watching — but it's a place I'd really like to get the 351 when it's done.
Although I'm not actually starting on the project, I have at least addressed where I'm going with it and can't possibly express how much I'm looking forward to getting it done.
Well, that's it for April. I hope it's nice enough where you are to get to your local track and rip the pavement a new asshole.
See you in May.