I am beginning to see the light.

I am nearing the age of 71 years.
Many miles have I driven my rods.
Many shows have I attended.
And many chopped customs have I seen.
I looked upon them in awe.
What lurked benieth the shiny smooth surface?
Was it tons of lead? Surely not in this day and age.
Was it buckets of bondo? Perhaps.
How many little panels were welded in to come to this end? Thousands, I bet.
But who were the men who created such wonderious beasts?
Were they sorcerers?
Did they belong to a coven of choppers?
Where did they learn their arts?
A garage in the night during a full moon?
All these things have crossed my mind these many years.
I am from Minnesota, where Street Rods and Customs are as thick as blue berries on the bush.
But, still these questions did presist.
And then the pages of the H.A.M.B. did come before me.
And lights appeared in my darkness.
Wonderous things I did, and will continue to learn.
Ah shit, what I mean to say is: I'm damn glad I found this place."

 

Damn you write words good. You will find a lot of 70 plus year olds on this site. welcome from North Alabama.. Bobby............

 

You Sir Are a Poet and a fine one at that! Glad to have you aboard. Don a young lad of 66 years a pup!