Saturday morning cartoons

With the loss of Saturday morning cartoons I seem to find myself up and moving earlier and earlier as the years go on. Not that there is anything wrong with getting an early start on the day, I get a lot more done now then I did twenty years ago.

Those cartoons where a fantastic distraction and as I grew older, a great reason to stay planted to the coach accompanied by the ever present lingering fog from the night before.

Now that both of those are gone or at least greatly reduced, Saturday mornings have taken on new characters.  For some it's coffee in a big parking lot with several other like minded individuals or quick hop in the daily for a round of burritos for the house, maybe a brisk walk in the park.On with the day by eight forty five while the dew still hangs on the grass.

Out in the garage to begin the activities that require gasoline and lack anymore excitement then going back and forth in front of the house.

I begin by dusting off the car from other projects and clearing some room to get to the yard implements, anticipating the afternoon when the key will be turned and the monster will roar to life.

Maybe Saturday morning cartoons wasn't the best choice of words to start this with. As I pull my foot back from under the front edge of the bumper, it becomes clear that this Saturday may be turning into an after school mystery.

It appears that along with new duties and singing song birds, spring has brought the Black Pearl incontinence to coincide with the sixtyth birthday celebrations.

Looks like our Saturday morning coffee is going to be postponed a couple weeks

The nose knows

The nose knows when to follow the heart, when you can smell the high octane from three blocks away. The nose knows it's time to go, time to check the belts and tires, assure the alignment is correct, taxes are due and as many of our passions ease from there slumber, it's spring.

That wonderful time of year when all the hard work of the winter and fall finally get to see the sun. That first time the car is washed, the bike is started or the boat is inched anywhere near the water.

Spring is the time to get all the plans set in order for the year to come, reservations for camp sites are planned out, shows are researched,  routes are mapped to optimize the adventure.

I like to get everything set, maybe if it's only just in my head, but at least a rough idea of what's to come. For me that's one great adventure to be shared with one amazing person, for the Black Pearl there are a few shows I would like to make it to.

The Pearl essence however I have all sorts of things in my head, there will be some interviews of some fantastic craftsman, some features on some fantastic craftsmanship, and hopefully a few photo essays thrown in along the way for the visual effects.

I look forward to this coming year and the adventures that follow.

Trans Am 1970 documentary

Watch for a full review in the coming weeks

TRANS AM 1970 RE MASTER DOCUMENTARY: http://youtu.be/QRO2TkuDcHw

The Road

I'm not sure if it's just the call of the open road, the quest to see what's out there or just the adventure that lies ahead. All I know is the call is ever present.

Not all calls require scheduled rest stops or "pits" as some call them, but rather just to simply go, and go we must.

Some great adventures in my life have taken place in the dark recesses of the night as the fuel gauge inches closer and closer to the feared capital "E". Some happen in that little designated race course that lies around your neighborhood.

You know the one, you've spend the last four hours tinkering and adjusting things, you duck your head in the house and call out to your loved ones "Hey! I'm just gonna run it around the block!"

You don't even wait for a confermation as you bound out to the driveway, not even checking to see if the door is shut all the way. It's time, time for a run.

For me it's a quick first second run to the end of the block, hang a right and proceed to thoroughly piss off the neighbors! By the time I hit the next stop sign I'm certain someone has called ahead to inform the establishment that the Black Pearl has set sail again.

When no flags of war are flown, hang another right and bury it, hold, lift, shift, bury again and then the payer begins.......let the light be green..let the light be green! Occasionally the god's of the speed will hear me and I get the next free left and the game starts again.

Some quest start as a simple question, in the tiny fuel driven brain. "I wonder how long it actually takes to get there from here?" Never a question that should go unanswered, although I will say, that is a can of worms that is hard to get back closed, particularly if you know someone very important to you is waiting at the other end.

But really it's the adventure,  whether it be great or small, it's the inherent thing to go, to simply just enjoying the go.

Passion

Even with all my passion for motorsports, cars, bicycles and everything else that goes fast.

There is always enough room in the day to share in the passion of someone else.

As I've learned the mystic and romance behind the quest for inches and yards, I've learned to share in the sounds of a Sunday afternoon.

In particular, this Sunday afternoon.

And with passion I say....go Seahawks!!