Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Boys In Hot Rods

Boy, I sure wanted to win at Indy. Had big plans to build the world's fastest fuel dragster, too. My last real hot rod was a '32 Ford three window coupe with a Corvette engine. It was a beauty. I don't think girls even bothered to hate it. It only ran about half the time.

I'm pretty sure, looking back, that it was all about girls. Always. I remember going out with my friends on a regular basis to "pick up girls." What I don't remember is ever picking up a girl. Oh, I know that this sounds sexist and disrespectful. I don't think it is. I hope it's not.

All of my big decisions in life have centered around romance. I know that now. I have probably always known that.

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