Motion Camaro
11-08-2007, 07:47 AM
<font color="blue">Here is a little story sent to me from my freind Warren. </font>
Last Sunday morning it was cool & clear here in North Florida,
a perfect time to take out the old 65 Galaxie and go pray to the lords of speed & acceleration.
The house of worship is a 50 mile loop of rural 2 & 4 lane roads that have no houses, no stores and little traffic.
Sunday mornings they are all but deserted! Except for parishioners such as myself who come to worship.
I was on one such stretch of 4 lane with a wide median going thru fenced pastures with no tress, poles or signs.
It’s about 5 miles long and strait as an arrow!
So I'm cruising along about 75 to 80, listening to the 8 members of my choir, all in tune,
singing in sweet harmony with the three inch pipe organs on board.
All the while keeping a watchful eye out for: "Pastor Fuzz" You see Pastor Fuzz is benevolent;
sometimes he points a finger from that long hand saying: "Repent Son and Slow That Thing Down".
But sometimes he requires you make a large donation to the collections box, should you be praying too fast!!
Pastor was nowhere in sight. But there was this little blue dot getting ever larger in the rear view?
It didn't take long for the blue dot to turn into a very modest looking Subaru WRX STI with a young parishioner behind the wheel.
We did a few hymns side by side for a while but as expected it was time to see who would get out of church first!
The 8 members of my choir were hitting their high note but they were no match for the 4 members of his.
While our faith was just about equal, his pew was half the size and half the weight of mine and in a shape better suited for piercing the wind.
And his four choir members had a huge turbo feeding their lungs!
We pulled off and discussed our beliefs and while true to our faiths we appreciated each other’s offering very much.
He was nice kid named Eric who talked with the knowledge and experience of his equipment as we do ours.
But with great respect for those who came before him.
I liked him, even after he thought my car was a GTO!!
We tend to focus on the mindless little little idiots with big rims, trash can sized mufflers and a rear wing the size of a picnic table. B
ut there are young men out there, level headed and respectful who are keeping the Hot Rod faith.
I enjoyed my drive and meeting:
The Little Subaru That Could
Last Sunday morning it was cool & clear here in North Florida,
a perfect time to take out the old 65 Galaxie and go pray to the lords of speed & acceleration.
The house of worship is a 50 mile loop of rural 2 & 4 lane roads that have no houses, no stores and little traffic.
Sunday mornings they are all but deserted! Except for parishioners such as myself who come to worship.
I was on one such stretch of 4 lane with a wide median going thru fenced pastures with no tress, poles or signs.
It’s about 5 miles long and strait as an arrow!
So I'm cruising along about 75 to 80, listening to the 8 members of my choir, all in tune,
singing in sweet harmony with the three inch pipe organs on board.
All the while keeping a watchful eye out for: "Pastor Fuzz" You see Pastor Fuzz is benevolent;
sometimes he points a finger from that long hand saying: "Repent Son and Slow That Thing Down".
But sometimes he requires you make a large donation to the collections box, should you be praying too fast!!
Pastor was nowhere in sight. But there was this little blue dot getting ever larger in the rear view?
It didn't take long for the blue dot to turn into a very modest looking Subaru WRX STI with a young parishioner behind the wheel.
We did a few hymns side by side for a while but as expected it was time to see who would get out of church first!
The 8 members of my choir were hitting their high note but they were no match for the 4 members of his.
While our faith was just about equal, his pew was half the size and half the weight of mine and in a shape better suited for piercing the wind.
And his four choir members had a huge turbo feeding their lungs!
We pulled off and discussed our beliefs and while true to our faiths we appreciated each other’s offering very much.
He was nice kid named Eric who talked with the knowledge and experience of his equipment as we do ours.
But with great respect for those who came before him.
I liked him, even after he thought my car was a GTO!!
We tend to focus on the mindless little little idiots with big rims, trash can sized mufflers and a rear wing the size of a picnic table. B
ut there are young men out there, level headed and respectful who are keeping the Hot Rod faith.
I enjoyed my drive and meeting:
The Little Subaru That Could