Jimway
Well-known member
So I lost her when I started trying to explain the magic and mystery and almost religious qualities of chasing speed. When time stands still and you become one with the machine for a precious few moments and maybe even step past the point of control. "You're so full of it" she says and gives me the wave off with a flick of her head. I wanted to show her the benefits of maybe an airbag under the right rear spring or the right sized front tire as far as staging lights go. Maybe adjusting the front shocks, tire pressures and a bunch of other stuff. I mean, honestly, if she waits for the green light I'm gonna be three car lengths down the track.