Hey Rube, So Long For Now…

I was going to write a treatise on the Meaning of Life this week, but I put it aside at the last moment when I got invited to attend the Jalopyrama in Annapolis, Maryland this weekend. I’ve never been to a car show with a bunch of Yankees and figured now was the time if there ever was one. I’ve been flustered all week thinking about the possibilities and my work has suffered. Now is the time. I hop on an airplane and head north in just two short hours.

The horrible reality of what I’m about to experience is suddenly setting in. Your everyday nervous breakdown is nothing compared to the hopeless craziness of a Texan stuck amongst Yanks in their own element. How will I cope? Will I seize up and go mad? This is a guaranteed overweening shock to my central nervous system. No man can handle what I am about to experience. No Texan at least…

But I’m going to endure it all out of personal loyalty to you – my reader. I’m going to hasten my drawl. I’m going to park my boots. I’m going to do my damnedest to blend in with the people that live fast while laid forward. Why? Nobody can be certain, but it does raise some disturbing questions about my passions and my people. We will explore those another day. I don’t have the time now. I have a plane to catch.

Before I close this clam and get on the bird, however, I should entertain. What good is this post if I don’t?

So, I leave you with my favorite modern-day Bonneville roadster. It’s the Cannarozzi/Tardel Roadster as ran at Bonneville this year.

It’s powered by an injected flathead (built by Brother Tardel) that makes a ton of verifiable horsepower. Of course, I can’t tell you how much – that would be cheating. I can tell you that it makes plenty enough power to grenade a quick change at speed. What? You don’t believe me? Set your eyes and ears on this you doubting bastard:

It went 131 mph, but is capable of much more. You’ll see her in impound someday…

But anyhow… Enough of my gold plated gibberish. I really must get on this airplane and attend to my last wishes before going north.  If not, I will look like a fool with not enough sense to pour piss out of a boot. Nobody wants that.