Practice

Everything sits in limbo...the Pearl's radiator is un repairable within the budget, the companies I've emailed have yet to reply.

So we sit and we wait, wait for a response , a lotto ticket,  some magic of any kind. May require I pick up the phone and place  a call to the unnamed vendors.

Idle hands are the devil's play things and the devil's in the details they say. 

Imagination is wasted when waiting, it's those little things that require attention. However it would be counter productive to get the cart in front of the horse.

So there needs to be a distraction, something that keeps the hands from disassembling more then the mouth can chew, so I let the Pearl rest quietly in the garage.

Turn to the simulation of speed and the console and controls.

GT6 sits idling while I toil threw the work day, as night falls and the house goes quiet. I turn to the solice of artificial speed.

Everyone has there favorites, new, old, European, American, front, rear drive, mid engined, it's all available.

I have wasted away countless hours in dedication to the sixty six Mustang gt.350.r. it's not the newest, fastest or best handling of the lot.

However with the lack of a double nickel it's my personal favorite. There's something about it, it's one of the original cars that helped grow the fascination with speed.

The images of them drifting threw a corner, tail out, inside front tire bobbing above the rub strip like a child hanging in the doorway from there newly aquired favorite bouncey toy.

It's brings that level of glee, to hustle the under dog around Leguna Seca for ten laps then sit back and enjoy the performance.

It's always a show, the track, the cones or the car show. The build up of adrenaline, the anticipation of achieving the goal.The craft of corners and the soul searching to achieve that next second. Because whether it's a video game, a stack of cones in a parking lot or a real road course.

No matter the money spent can garrentee anything, it's having the conference to believe in yourself, trust your gut.....and pray that you know your car from lug nuts to the antenna ball....and it takes balls to hang it all out there.

So...practice, practice, practice.