MOVING ALONG IN OUR GOD GIVEN WAYS

This is Jason taking off from Infineon Raceway. I have had the displeasure of being behind him on Gruppe drives. He is proof that horsepower means nothing. On our last drive, climbing up narrow winding roads and hugging the mountainsides, Jason kept doing that thing where he gets way ahead of the pack and waits at the turn outs and acted incredibly bored. I use to do this too when I went mountain biking with my friends. I’d wait for them on the side of the trail and if I really wanted to rub it in their face I’d make sure they see me having a cigarette.

On the third turnout, I got out of the car and started yelling at him. I did that baseball thing where the players kick dirt on the umpires shoes and pressed my forehead against his face. I got ugly and had no shame. I think I might have yelled “God save the Queen” which of course made no sense. I just saw red, embarrassment and gravel.

Kick dirt Jason.

EDIT: Sinnerman says I need to make it clear that the above was written in jest and that I need to add stupid smiley faces. πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜‰

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4 Responses to MOVING ALONG IN OUR GOD GIVEN WAYS

  1. Domagoj Kuna says:

    Stupid smiley faces or not, I just love your black and whites.

  2. Bob Tilton says:

    Thanks Domagoj! I’ve been exploring BW post processing. I suspect I’ll be pursuing this for awhile until I find the “look”.

  3. Jason says:

    All that and he’s good looking, too? Sounds dreamy.

    Reminds me, I need to put my motor back together. 😐

    Happy Holidays Bob!

  4. JUSTIN REED says:

    Great little cars 356’s – I find nothing more calming than following one on a run. They are just so right, and make me think of a better simpler time.

    I took our family car 356 (owned since since June 61) out on December 30 with a group of buddies, and proceeded to drive it as the good dr intended.

    As it idled in the garage on my return, I could tell it had enjoyed its little (200 mile) gallop. If it could talk I reckon the little 356 would have been saying – ” can we do that again….. very soon Justin?”

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