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My friend Karno came into town a while back and I had the Camaro out. He's a bit of a shutter bug and decided to take a photo of me with my car.
So this is the face behind the meyham. Man, I am getting short. When I was in high school I had a photo taken with the car for the high school yearbook for the highschool drags and I definately was taller. Or maybe it was just this angle. The photo from highschool didnt make it in because I was unoficially expelled. I know my spine has collapsed and my posture is shit, too.

This is my happy face. I don't get much more giddy or happy than whatcha see here.

So far the only other person who has seen me and my car is

This picture could almost be 1975 as easily as it could be here and now. I am SUCH a big hippie.

I USED to street race. I never lost. (But then I never raced outside of my "class". If I knew someone was going to smoke me then I wouldn't race. My GREATEST victory was a guy in a BOSS 302 Mustang (90s 'Stang) who had it chipped and supercharged. Technically I LOST... but the Mustang guy was good enough to admit I had the faster car and declared me the winner. I coughed it on the line and was catching up and was flying up his ass when I learned my fuel pump couldn't keep up with the engine.)

I DO NOT race anymore. It's foolish and I have no respect for people who race on the street. I don't care if it's in the mountains or a street closed off by other racers. Keep it on the track, folks.

Description
My friend Karno came into town a while back and I had the Camaro out. He's a bit of a shutter bug and decided to take a photo of me with my car.
So this is the face behind the meyham. Man, I am getting short. When I was in high school I had a photo taken with the car for the high school yearbook for the highschool drags and I definately was taller. Or maybe it was just this angle. The photo from highschool didnt make it in because I was unoficially expelled. I know my spine has collapsed and my posture is shit, too.

This is my happy face. I don't get much more giddy or happy than whatcha see here.

So far the only other person who has seen me and my car is

This picture could almost be 1975 as easily as it could be here and now. I am SUCH a big hippie.

I USED to street race. I never lost. (But then I never raced outside of my "class". If I knew someone was going to smoke me then I wouldn't race. My GREATEST victory was a guy in a BOSS 302 Mustang (90s 'Stang) who had it chipped and supercharged. Technically I LOST... but the Mustang guy was good enough to admit I had the faster car and declared me the winner. I coughed it on the line and was catching up and was flying up his ass when I learned my fuel pump couldn't keep up with the engine.)

I DO NOT race anymore. It's foolish and I have no respect for people who race on the street. I don't care if it's in the mountains or a street closed off by other racers. Keep it on the track, folks.