Sunday, July 19, 2015
Friday, June 12, 2015
Monday, May 25, 2015
My Dad would have loved my kids. I've often imagined his interactions with them. Then again, I'm thinking of him as I knew him in the 1980's. He would be 97 this year, and even if he was in good health, it would have been hard for him to make it to this point. But, one can dream.
Friday, May 22, 2015
Monday, May 11, 2015
This is a 1970 Plymouth Road Runner. Built on the venerable B platform in Chrysler's line-up, it shared the same basic underpinnings as the Belvedere. But the Road Runner's were different. It was meant to be a muscle car, stripped of heavy-weight luxury items. It's base engine was a special 383, and one could order the 440 Six Pack, or even the mighty 426 Hemi...no small blocks, no sixes...just big block goodness here, folks.
Can you believe that the 1970 Superbird was built on this cars basic body? Collector value aside, I'd take a Road Runner (or it's stable mate, the Plymouth GTX) any day.
Want to know the best part? Many Road Runners were built here at the St. Louis assembly plant (others were built in a Detroit plant).
Monday, May 04, 2015
Monday, April 27, 2015
Things have changed a bit since the fall of 1991, the date of my last BMX race. One is obvious: my age. Also, the tracks have become much, much more technical, requiring a level of skill that I just didn't need from 1979 until 1991. In those days, I could just muscle my way out of the gate and around most tracks around the country and things were peachy. Even if I was still as strong as I was in those days, I would not be very successful using that old tried and true method.
There are jumps EVERYWHERE. One must time one's efforts precisely, not merely pedal hard.
By 6:35pm, I was on the gate. It was the most natural thing to balance on the gate. It was like I never stopped. When the gate fell, it was a different story. The jumps came out of nowhere. I hardly had time to pedal before running into another jump that wanted to smash my bones and crush my skull. But, no...I didn't let it happen. I was cautious and I lived to ride another day. I became happier with my gate starts, but then my sore arms and muscles told me to stop.
By 7:05pm, that was it. Twelve or thirteen runs around the track is all I have in me.
I will be sore tomorrow.
Friday, April 24, 2015
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
I have seen the future, and it's not internal combustion engines. It's battery-powered electric motors, and they are bad ass.