This is where all the power begins.
An engine can't run if it isn't fed, and a big stack of carburetors
is the perfect thing to spoon feed a Hot Rod.
My first car was a city bus. Then it was the parents' gawdawful green station wagon straight from the set of Family Vacation. My first real ride was a yellow 1969 Mercury Cougar. Can you say VROOM? Then I had a rusty old 1966 VW Bug (that I could fit all of my earthly possessions in -- those were the days!) followed by a Honda. Gulp. Mini-van. Ick. New Beetle. Wheee! Crunch. Back to a gas-friendly Honda.
Now there's a motorcycle in the garage that sort of runs and I adore my bicycle. But my favorite engine will always be my first love, the Cougar. That fast, loud, wonderfully tomboyish hot rod. On my list of things to do is a trip to the Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah. One of these days, I'm outta here for Speed Week.
Alison Tyler's current contest is awesome -- what's there not to love about the wonderful combination of lust and machines? I won't say if I have an entry or not, but all of the short shorts are wonderful reading. I played a game a few minutes ago and combined the first sentence of each one to create a new story. Fun!
When I do throw down, I like to participate in Alison's anonymous contests doubly anonymously.....but as an auto sports fan, I say, go! Check it out! Partake! Enjoy! Hit the road for the joy ride of your life, and vote for what truly gets your motor running!
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