Late 50s at the local drag strip on a Sunday afternoon. This cat (precursor to "dude") pulls into starting position in a '58 Chevy, dechromed and painted matte black, with Lakes pipes and cut-outs initiated. It made a lovely sound going off down the strip, but what I remember best was the sound of the idle. It seemed to be idling in slomo, with the pistons firing one at a time, a second apart. It was a rough beast. It slouched up to the gate. I wanted nothing more than to have it for myself. To paraphrase Scott Fitzgerald, everything I have done since then, no matter how fulfilling, has been "a poor substitute at best." Thanks for "Stuff is happening on the rock." Would it be ok if I substituted something stronger for "stuff"? I was thinking that that was what Frank did.
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