My ideal rat rod would simply exude danger and power, with no gimmicks. Painted with primer, no added nothing but noise and power.
In college one summer Saturday night I was driving home after a second shift at a food warehouse, '63 Beetle. Coming up on a red light, there's a jacked up camaro, 70's, primer paint, huge slicks on the rear axle. He's stopped in the right lane, I'm coasting up the left trying to time it so I hit the light rolling in first and can blast right by him. I time it right, blow right by with the flat four air cooled engine wailing and shift into second, watching him the rear view mirror now. I see and hear him launch, front end lifts but the front wheels don't, smoke rolling from both rear slicks and it sound like no muffler at all on that V8. I started rolling up windows and reaching to close the sunroof (huge canvas affair), too late. Camaro burns past, tire smoke engulfs me, I kept smiling until I fell asleep later that night. -- Max Dillon Charleston SC '87 300TD '95 E300 _______________________________________ http://www.okiebenz.com To search list archives http://www.okiebenz.com/archive/ To Unsubscribe or change delivery options go to: http://mail.okiebenz.com/mailman/listinfo/mercedes_okiebenz.com
