Fear & Loathing SEMA

“Myths and legends die hard. We love them for the extra dimension they provide, the illusion of near-infinite possibility to erase the narrow confines of most men’s reality. Weird heroes and mould-breaking champions exist as living proof to those who need it that the tyranny of ‘the rat race’ is not yet final.”

Thinking like that can get you in some real trouble. Just ask me and I’ll tell ya. My attorney and I survived the backlash of Maryland and now, I’m sitting here staring down the barrel of a locked and loaded .44 cal. Figuratively.

Actually, it’s a plane ticket to Las Vegas. It might as well be a large caliber pistol. See, if there is one thing in this world more helpless and depraved than a Texan stuck on the east coast, it’s a man such as myself in a town like Las Vegas – all by himself. Apparently, my attorney had prior engagements and has left me to fend for myself among the sin… and as a guest of AutoWeek.

What in the hell is a little traditional hot rod writer like myself going to do in Vegas with a bunch of legitimate journalists from AutoWeek? No one can be for sure, but certainly a whole hell of a lot more than I did in the sleepy town of Annapolis a few weeks back. And look how that turned out for me… This is no good. No good at all.

To be continued…