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Old 07-31-2002, 11:31 PM
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Nervous, excited, full of anticipation for whats ahead of you. Walking through the crouds of people as they talk to eachother discussing the sites they see, the sounds they hear and just idle conversation, everything is silent. Walking held silently in your mind, seems like slow motion as your walking, catching every detail you would normally miss or just ignor. Feeling your heart beat in your chest, looking up at the blue sky, the feeling of the hot sun covering your face as you take a deep breath. All this motion and organized chaos with loud thundering and roaring, but to you, at that moment everything is silent. Everything is beautiful, everything is in perfect harmony, even the thick fumes that choke the passers by smells sweet to you. Slow motion, the feeling of the hard pavment hitting the bottoms of your thin shoes, the faces of the passers by, the flags waving in the sky, everything at this point in your mind is perfect and your calm cool and at peice with yourself and your thoughts. You lower your head as you put on your gloves and you see your feey slowly paced moving out of sight. You raise your head slowly as you your met with one of your crew members and true friends, then it hits you like a cold bucket of water thrown onto your face. You hear everything, the thundering repeticious sounds of thousands of cylenders firing in controled chaotic beauty. The rythmic beasts. The crouds roar, everything you hear seems to overwhelm you, but you focus in on your crew members voice as he say "Your next up man". You feel your heart start to beat faster and your hands start to shake with anticipation, a shot of adrenelin snakes up your back as you shake it off and put on your helmet. You ball up your fists a few times then crawl in. You sit in that hard seat and almost robotically strap yourself in, checking everything twice you reach for that ignition key, then with the same haist as it arrived, everythings slow motion as you turn that key and you hear that rythmic beast in front of you. All you hear is the pounding of those firing cylenders and the pull that the beast has when you feed it, everything else is silent, you feel your heart beating and the blood flowing in your veins as your taxied out to the line. You sit there, alone, nothing else in the world but you, your beast and those glowing lights. Nothing else matters. You right foot paused, sitting gently on the throttle petal, as your left sits holding in the cluch. Your left thigh getting tight you can feel the blood running through the muscle. As both your legs feel as if they are as strong as steel, filled with adrenalin. You see the first set of lights and you know its now or never. A jolt runs through your body like no other feeling in the world as your let out the cluch and punch the throttle seeminly through the floorboard and through the gears robotically, down the track, just you and the car, you and the pavement, you and yourself. 2nd...3rd...the tach redlines you slam it into 4th and...

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Remember the summers when you were young? Crusing with your friends, stopping here and there, nothing to do no where to be, just wondering with your friends. When you and your best buddy pick up your girlfriends and jumped in the old convertable, the top didn't go up, the seats were torn a little from years of use, the paint was faded and only two of your tires matched, but hey, it was one of the coolest cars you've ever had and the memories in it was well worth the quart of oil a week. Sitting on that old bench seat with your sweetheart sitting beside you as the wind blew through her hair, behind you your best friend a his girl looking adoringly at eachother. The sun was going down and it was a warm summer evening with the crikets starting to chirp and the cool breaze starting to blow. Your cruising with the top down, no where to go, no where to be, no worries, just you your friends a cool breaze and the never ending country roads. Driving at a cool 40-45 trying to make the night last. Sitting there driving, quiet, all but the wind and the crickets and the straight six in front of you. As the evening rolls on, the crikets get louder the sky gets darker from that golden hue to a deep dark blue. Your sweetheart slide across the bench seat and lays her head on your chest as you wrap your arm around her leaning against the door and cruising through those country roads with that cool clean air the slight scent of your sweethearts hair and the crickets seeming to sing your friends to sleep. You, your wide awake, completely mellowed out and enjoying the slow cruise. Your arm around that special girl, her head laying on your chest with her hand draped over your left shoulder. Knowing that even though your not going anywhere and you'll have to turn back soon your not going to let that stop you from enjoying the ride back. Even though your headed home and it will soon be over and even though you didn't do anything, or go anywhere that night was the best night of your life. Cruising down the smooth country roads with nothing but that special girl, a cool breaze and those crickets...

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Some call us fools, some call us crazy, some even call us glutton for punishment, but we know why we do this...
Working all week with a sore back and joints, coming home after work to your family, your loving wife, adoring kids. Everyone knows why you work, to keep you and the people you love and care most about happy and healthy and out of the rain. Yes, working, taking care of the people you care about, that, thats for your soul, but why do we rod? Because you have your family to take care of your soul, Rodding; Roddings for your sperit, it keeps you alive.

Week after week, scraping together what ever you can spare for your pride and joy. Week after week sitting in your garage looking at what you still need to do, making plans for what you'd like to do. Night after night out in the garage working dilligently with that grease and dirt and dust coverd radio on that should have died years ago, but for some reason is still around. Working in the hot midsummer nights with the crickets in the background or those cold winter evenings when you can hear old man winter whistling outside. Laying on the cool concrete floor atop a oil stained peice of carboard twisting a wrench when it suddenly slips off and you bust your knuckle open, bloody still working, but cussing and even more determend to get that part on. Finnaly you succeed, releived you shrink back take a deap breath and lay on that cool concrete floor motionless. Then in a sudden quick move you slide out from under that big steel beast and put those trusty tools to bed, knowing you have to do the same with your kids in just moments. Still a bit aggrivated you busted your knuckle open you walk inside and wash your greasy stained hands. Your wife walks up and in a sweet voice asks if everything went ok in the garage. You knowing the truth just say "yea it went fine" as she kisses you on the cheak and she reminds you to put the kids to bed. After you dry your hands you walk into the livingroom and after a debate if they can stay up for a little bit longer you take them up to their rooms and tuck them in. Still in your dirty overalls although the kids don't mind much, and when you saw their little faces busting your knuckle didn't matter much anymore. Tucking them in, saying goodnight, you make your way to the same place. Even though your kids will eventually grow up, one thing they will always remember is that 'mechanics' smell of grease and grunge that dad had after he came in from the garage. Making your way to bed. You wake in the morning knowing this is the day you get to put a nice fresh coat of paint on that body of steel you worked so hard and long on. Masaging it endlesly for hours, busting your knuckles, getting that ocasional slag burn when welding in a new patch panal. After you go into that home built spray booth and you caringly lay down that glistening liquid smoothly all over that cold steel beast you emerge from the carfully coverd booth. Waiting for what seems like days to see your pride and joy out in the sun, see it shimmer and the light catch its bodylines. Its finally time, you walk outside and uncover the beast letting the sun hit it for the first time, excited and decriminatory to the new color, looking it over carfully then stepping back with pride in the work you did. Rolling it in the garage, giddy with anticipation to make it 'alive'. You take the hood off and exspose the freshly painted engine bay, rolling the cherry picker over and lowering the heart of the beast, as it settles itself into it new home you see the front of that beast lower slowly with the weight of the powerplant. Attaching the mounts, driveshaft, rear end, exaust, laying on that cool concrete floor untill the wee hours of the morning. Its now 3:30am and you have everything connected and ready to go, but you know if you breath life into that girl at this hour of the morning you will not only be waking your children, but your wife would have your head for waking her. So without taking the risk of waking anyone you go inside and wash up and get some clean cloths from the laundry room and lay on the couch. Knowing that you have that beast out in the garage waiting to udder its first words. As your laying there filled with anticipation, did you do everything right? Will it run? will it drive? These questions running through your head you thought you'd never get to sleep...9:20am sunday morning your awakend by a four year old jumping on you. you get up and grab a cup of coffee and walk out to the garage and open the door of that beast and turn the key...The roar of the engine you worked so long and hard on almost makes you jump up and down. You walk around the engine bay and just watch it shake and listen to its music as your wife comes out and smiles and give you a slight hug. Your kids run out yelling and jumping around not knowing or caring why everyones so excited and happy. As you think to yourself, I did this, I built this with my own two hands. You go in take a shower get some lunch and go back out in the garage hoping to finish her that day. You put in all the interior goods, the seats the carpet the radio, the doorpanals were already in. Its all in you say to yourself as your looking around for anything missing. you get it, sit down on the comfortable seat, take the first look out of that windsheild at driving level and start the engine. you get that first rush of adrenalin, feel like just tearing out of the driveway at 120mph, but you ease out of the garage and as soon as the whole car is coverd in the evening sunset you stop and turn off the ignition. You walk inside and round up the tribe for a first cruise. Everyone strapped in you start the engine and slowly ease out of the driveway with that freshly buffed smooth as glass finish glistening in the evening sun, and the roar of that 3" exaust. As your cruising through your small neighborhood and even smaller town you see passers by and pople in other cars looking at that peice of art in motion your driving and it finally hits you...this is why we do it, not just for the looks, but the feeling and the pride of knowing you, with your own two hands have created something beautiful and powerful that make others envious. You had the knowledge and power to create a dream. As you cruise through town in that rod, everything you went through, all the long nights, the busted knuckles, all the head scratching enigmas was all worth it.

Keep those windows down, keep those rods coming.

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Old 07-31-2002, 11:35 PM
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Remember working all summer doin odd jobs from cutting grass to washing cars to painting houses just so you could save up all the money you could for your first car. Working as fast as you could trying to get that job done so you could rush to get to your next one trying to squeaze every working hour of the day out. All that work for your first car, that car that sat down the street from the drugstore. The one that sat tilted back like its trunk was full of bricks, the one with little rust spots here and there, some dents and faded paint. Yeah, you remember, that one. Yeah you wanted it because you wanted a car and it was the only thing you could afford, but not only that. You wanted that car because you rememberd it from when you were really small, that was the first car that really caught your eye and brought you into the automotive world. Yes, you remember it, clean and had bright shiney crome grill and you remember seeing your refecction in that grill, but it was all funny and distorted. Walking around it as your father held your hand pulling you sightly. As your walking around that smooth as glass paint, your father picked you up and sits you in the frontseat with that hude stearing wheel in front of you. Your feet hanging off the seat, nowhere near the petals. Looking around you see all these bright shiny knobbs and that little distorted reflection of yourself again. Just as you grasp the stearing wheel even though you can't even see over the dashboard your father picks you up and starts walking out. Even on the way out you keep stearing at that car. Now, you have a chance to get that car and your working your hands to the bone to get it. The grill isn't as shiney as you remember, the knobbs either, but it still catches your eye.
Finnaly you get enough money together to go down a buy that car. As your walking down there your excited, you can't beleive it, your going to be buying your first car, YOUR first car. Your so excited you feel like you could run from there to the other side of the state and back. You finnaly get to the guys house and walk up and knock on the door and nervously waiting for the person to answer the door, not knowing who to exspect godzilla or the fearie princess. A older man comes to the door and you and he talk and discuss the transaction and two weeks later the car is yours. Nearing the begining of another year of school you work even harder at making that car as cool as possible for that cruise into the school parkinglot that you've waited to do since you were a freshman. You go out and get some cool wheel covers from the salvage yard and you sand down those small rust spots and spray them with some rattle can primer you bought from the hardware store, you polish up that big crome grill and those little crome knobbs and what do you know, that weird little version of yourself is back stearing you in the face. You clean that car top to bottom and try to do as much as you can with the little bit of money you had left.

The day you've been preparing for has arrived, you start down that last few hundred feet to the school driveway a little nervous, very excited to see your friends faces and those people that kept ragging on you. As you pull in the driveway and through the parkinglot you feel everyones eyes on you, trying to be cool you just pull in and find a parkingspot get your books get out of that car you worked so hard on and so hard to get stand and look and walk inside not looking back. All through the day your old friends have been asking you where you got such a cool ride even though everday when you passed it and talked about it they would laugh and ask why you would want suck a peice of crap like that for. As your walking out to your car after school you get stopped by a girl you knew last year and really liked. She had long flowing hair and a beautiful curvasious body with soft pink lips and beautiful deep eyes with a smile that could melt ice. She asks you since you have this cool car would you consider giving her a ride home. In your head your thinking to yourself thist is grrrrrreat! So trying to be cool you sau alright sure, lets go. Knowing that your car never started on the first try you get in a just pray that it will, just once start without an argument. You turn the key and close your eyes slightly and VROOOOM, a little suprised you open your eyes and back out, but as your driving out a few of the rich kids start screaming "nice car" sarcastically. You don't care though, you worked hard for this car and now you have this beautiful girl in it taking her home. Everything was right in the world. Taking her home, hoping the car doesn't break down and trying to figure out what your going to say when you get to her house. You get to her street and your heart starts beating faster and your minds racing "what am I going to say WHAT WHAAAAAT!?" You get to her house and shut off the car and akwardly sit there silently for a minute then burst out "would you like to go to a movie later tonite or something" Just after you say it you think to yourself "you idiot!" Much to your suprise she actually liked the idea and says yes. Ten she says "pick me up about 7?" you agree and watch her walk to the door, for the veiw and mainly to wait untill she got in the house so you could argue with that hunk of steel wether it was going to start or not.

Later that night exited and nervouse, palm sweating and you dressed up arrive at her house to pick her up, walk to the door and just as you arrive she burst out the door and closes it behind her as you both walk fast to the car. As you drive off to the movie with the top down mainly because it wouldn't go up. As you on your way to the movie it start to rain, you with your top down see a gas station up ahead and pull off the road under the canopy. The gas station was closed so you were stuck. Sitting there awkward, no one saying anything you notice that she was shivvering and getting goose bumps down her smooth arms. So you take off your coat and put it around her shoulders like any well mannerd gentlman would do. As you do this she looks at you with her beautiful eyes and she smiles warmly and says "thank you". Sitting there in that car you worked so hard for with a girl you've had a crush on for two years and the rain looking like it wasn't going to let up anytime soon you start to shiver yourself a little, but when she would ask being the tuff guys you are and trying to be cool you'd say "I'm alright". Well knowing you were as cold as she was she slides across that bench seat and sits right next to you as she puts her arm and half of the jacket over you. Not thinking you instinctively put your arms around her holding her tight, when you realize what you were doing a few minutes later after you both stop shivering you lift your head up and look into her beautiful deep eyes and as soon as you do somehow you knew everything was going to be alright and as soon as you realize that she pulls your head down closer to hers as she presses her soft pink lips against yours and a feeling that you've never felt just shoots up your spine like a bolt of lightening. As your sitting there after that kiss stearing into her eyes and at the beautiful warm smile with her smooth soft skin under your fingertips everything that has ever went wrong and all the work you did to get that car, all the blisters and all the sore muscle were well worth it. Just as you lean in forr another kiss you realize it had stopped raining and it was well past her kerfeiw. She swiftly leans up as kisses you once more before sliding back across the bench seat and at that moment you knew how it would never be the same. That night you had a car, a beautiful girl and you thought the world was yours.

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HK, I love your ramblings. Keep up your story writing.

I think we should have a forum for stories, these are excellent.
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I agree, I really dug the first one! <img src="graemlins/evil.gif" border="0" alt="[evil]" /> I love to read, and they were just what I needed to relax after another day at the rat race!
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Sitting in the drugstore on the corner of maple drive and shady lane, fitting name I later found out. Sitting there on that tall shiny stool that the top was coverd in alternating colors of red and white nagahyde, I remember them well because for a long time they were eye level to me. When you would sit down on them, certain ones would wobble instead of smoothly swivle from years of use. I'd always come in every thursday to get a malt from the very pretty waitress named Lilian, although everyone called her Lili. She was the daughter of the pharmacist and would come to work at the counter after school. I thought she was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. She had shoulder length strawberry blonde hair curled at the ends with big beautiful deep brown eyes and a smile that made me come back every thursday. I'd sit on one of those wobbly stools and watch her talk to everyone that came in in her sweet voice while the radio played in the background, sometimes it would be playing music, but if there was a game on she'd always have it on, she was a big fan and all the customers were too. There was a big mirror behind the counter and stuck in btween the wood and the glass would be all the pirates ticket stubs that her and her father and her fathers brother kept after the game. See her uncle was a big shot, he always took her to the games and bought her things, eventually bought her a car for her 16th birthday. He came in every thursday too, sometimes when I was there, sometimes he would just wave from the sidewalk. There was a resturant across the street from the drug store and every thursday her uncle would drive up in a big shiny Lincoln or Cadillac, if his wife was with him it would always be a Cadillac. She would always come in and sit beside me. She was from California, she was alot different from anyone. She always looked like she was going out to an important dinner. She wasn't very shy and feminin, she drank more than most men and she smoked more than anyone. She never had the same hair color and her husband would buy her a new Cadillac every time she changed it. She was wild, but fun to be around. She would always give me something before she left. When it was time to go her husband would come in from the resterant across the street and get her. He dressed like he was goin to the same place. Full 3 peice suit with these thin pinstripes, arab coller, nice shiny shoes with a really smooth hat and this one small ring on his pinky finger with his initials in it. He was always dressed sharp, and for it being a reletivly small mining town, he stood out as did a few other people from other places that would come and vist. Every thursday they came just as did and every thursday they would go into the resturant across the street while I sometimes watched his car, sometimes he would let me sit in it and listen to the radio. Every thursday for months, even years he would go into the same resturant, and then he would go upstairs and stay up there from a half hour to a couple hours. Leaving me downstairs with his car, and when I was old enough he would come downstairs and teach me about something new on it. For years he did that, everyone aged, he got older, but still dressed as sharp as he did when I first met him, his wife too. His neice aged too, but she was still the most beautiful girl in the town and still worked at the counter at the drugstore. One day when I was old enough I learned why he dressed like that and why every thursday he went into that resturant. Even though I found out what he did for a living, he was still the same person that I grew up with, even though if he wanted too he could have made me disapear. When I was old enough, everything he taught me I put to use and kept Lili's car in top shape and got a job at a garage. He used to come in every thursday and check up on me, even though he made me check his car out I knew what he was doing. I finally got my own car and started fixing it up and got it painted real nice and when I would be sitting in a parkinglot talking with some friends and he would see my car he would pull over and we'd talk for a few minutes and I always had to give his wife a hug and a kiss or she wouldn't let him leave. After he left everyone would look at me different like I was "connected". To me he was like my adopted uncle, but to everyone else he was just what he was. The years passed and Lili moved away, so did I, didn't see uncle anymore, they went back to California. Took a trip to see the old town, Lili came back after her husband died one day in the airport terminal, just layed down and didn't wake up. She said they found uncle dead one day a few years back, said he wanted me to have his ring. She kept it on her purse strap "for luck". His wifes still alive, shes still as flamboyant as she was even though shes much older now. Still has her last Cadillac, it was blue when he bought it for her, its still blue, but not like I rememberd it. Lili, she owns her own ice cream shop in the same small town, still has the car her uncle gave her, doesn't drive anymore though. Everytime I go back to visit, even now, wearing that ring and dressing how he taught me, I still get respect and looked up to like I looked up to him. Work a little bit on the car every time too. Still hear the radio on with the pirates playing from time to time at her house, shes still as pretty as she was, her daughter looks just like her at that age. Going to get that car of hers ready to give to her daughter for her 17th birthday, because now you have to be 17 to even get a permit there. The town hasn't changed much, theres no more drug stores with ice cream shops in them, that resturant is a book store and the drive in is a junkyard. As time passes things change, people get older, cars become more complicated and the ways of yesteryear become old traditions, but one thing stays the same. One thing can never change, the memories you've made.

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Ahh yes the typical everyday rodder, no garage to work in, nothings ever easy as the salesman says, and nothing is EVER a bolt on. Yes, impaitient, frusterated, restless, and of course disgruntled, they are some of the sighns of a typical rodder. It goes something like this...

The weekend finally comes after a pretty good week of work. Not to exausting, no one riding your case or rattling your cage all week. Now the weekends here, time to do some work on your pride and joy. That four wheeled mode of transportation you changed into your own personal keister coaster, so fast and fun you need an ***** gasket to keep those cheaks from puckerin and sliding all over creation when your foot stomps that petal. The weekend, a beautiful day, not too hot but not to cool either, nice and sunny, big white clouds here and there, but otherwise clear. You think to yourself your going to get alot of things done today and go cruisein. So you go round up your tools and get an old rag stuff it in you back pocket and grab one of those new bolt on good lookin goodies and head for the door. You open the door and as soon as you touch that doorknobb you wonder if you should just go for a drive since its so nice or should you do some work? Well you look up to the sky after you hear the door creak open and your met with a 3 ounce raindrop right in the freakin eye, you jerk your head down squinting trying to get some sort of visability back after your retna was flooded with a sudden perge fron the Gods. Walking out slowly and a bit disoriented still cyclopsing your navigation with both hands full your helpless. You get about five steps from the door finally get you vision in both eyes back and it starts raining, running like noah to the ark you get inside and shut the door with your foot, you set down your tool and think to yourself "what the hell" Looking out the window you can see it raining cats a dogs and not a dark cloud in the sky. You glance down at your car and see that the window is open a bit so in fear you might get a poodle on your seat you dash out like the wicked witch from the west with your shirt pulled over your head and wind up the window and run back in as fast as you can with your knees up high and dashing on your tippy toes with both hands holding your shirt over your head so you don't start meeeellting...meeeeelllting...you finnaly get inside and shake yourself off a bit and think that you'll just wait it out and do some work later. So about 7:30 the rain lets up and you lost a whole day to rain. So you decide the next day was for nothing but working on your car. So you wake up and head downstairs for your tools when you notice its raining again! So you wait it out and it llets up at about 12:30. So you get your tools go out and the grounds soaked! So you get a big sheet of cardboard to lay on and start jacking up the car. The jack starts sinking slowly with the weight of the car even though its on a peice of 2x6 so you jack it up faster and faster and get the jackstand uder it and decide to crawl under. So you walk over and ease your still body down on the cardboard and slide uder thar car, just then you feel something slimy on your hand that was mobile so you jerk you hand up to see what it was and hit the car...not only does your hand hurt now but you also have a face and mouth full of what can only be described as gritty gunk that you don't want to know what it really is. Now your blinded but not like before, now it griity and your eyes feel like sand paper and your mouth is full of the same grit between your teeth and under your tongue, but no matter how much you try to spit it out its stiiiiiil there. Now you laying under the car and start to wrench and the same dirt is falling from the same places, but this time your prepared and move your face. A neighborhood dog walk up and decided to give you a sniff and you decide to shew it away by kicking your feet hoping it will get the hint its not wanted. So you kick your feet and on re-entry you smack your knee and grind your shin across the kick panel and this sends a bolt of pain through your entire body as you shrink up into a little ball trying not to blow your lid or lose your leg and againt with a face full of this gritty gunk. After you decide to grunt through the pain and you get your eyes clear you try to finish wrenching, but you can't get at it at the right angle and your hands to big to move it anymore and your arm starts to go numb and you get a cramp in your hand, then you notice the car is a little bit closer than it was a minute ago. So quickly you slide out from under the car with your back wet and a face full of gunk a banged up knee and a whole lot of attitude. So you just say to hell with it and put on that new good lookin type bolt on goody. So you open the hood and proceed to take apart the other 5 things you have to losen before you can just "bolt on" that new goodie. So you finally get everything read and slide that peice in...you try it one way, then another but it just doesn't seem to line up. So you say Fook it! lift up your head and smack it on the edge of the hood on your way out and give that box of spray can a good kick cussing and about as pissed off as one person could get you walk in get the drill drill a new hole in that peice because damnit you spent $35 dollers and the fookers gonna fit no matter what! So you walk back out and jam it into place throwing things back together and wrenchin them tight all the while those little no-see-ums are buzzing around your sweating sticky face and around your ears. and you start swinging at them and accidently catch yourself right in the corner of your eye right on that bone with a wrench head. Throwing the wrench and holding your eye, pissed off at the world and ready to stomp a mudd whole in someone. You calm down a smidgen and pick up the wrench and finish putting it back together. you look at the peice and think to yourself "it doesn't really make that much differeance." So you close the hood and put all your crap inside the door of the house and whipe off and go get in the the car and back out. Driving through the neihborhood then once your out in the rural areas you start to get on it faster and faster the keister coaster puckerin your arscheaks and plantin you back in the seat as you wind it out weaving through the corners and start to slow down before you turn into the tazmanian devil and just start carving through the road and taking a chunk out of a tree. So slowing down you feel alot better, calm and cool, just cruising along in your pride and join feeling your craftmanship modivate and calm your nerves, and all the head bangin and bug fighting and numb apendages you get is well worth it for that cruise on the road with that peice of handywork and craftmanship that you created. Not just the speed, but the knowledge that you created and inovated such a fine machine that is not only capable of higher speeds, but is also safer and more comfortable then ever before, with your own two hands and 5 braincells packing all that knowledge.

Take the good with the bad, but never lose sight of the reward at the end of the day.

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When everything else in life is mundane and you feel as if robotically you are just going through the motions there is always the thought in your mind to do something just for yourself. Thats what rodding is. wether it be customizing for shows or building for drag, rodding is the retreat for the mundane and melencholy. Your significant other doesn't understand why you waist so much time and energy fighting with that hunk of junk. She thinks you should read, or put together puzzles or do something constructive with your time instead of fiddling with that thing is the garage or sitting in the yard night after night. She, like others doesn't understand that for us; all the time and all the frusteration caused by our prodjects release us from our bonds of life. Building our cars and trucks isn't just for simple competition and show off to see who has the biggest and best toy. Our cars and trucks and motorcycles are our pride and joy because they are our escape from the mundane. They challenge our minds and our bodies unlike the jobs we go to day in and day out to provide food and shelter. They challenge us to think and be creative and bring out the best in us, not just for our autos, but for our families and our lives. Rodding is an art, and as all great artists; we have trials and tribulations, from the blank canvas to the deep bellows of the bass guitar or the high pitch melody of a violin. we all will have times of triumph and times of defeat, but like all great artist we forge on to create a masterpeice in the end. Though our art may not be a syphony or a great painting to be showed upon walls in a gallery, it is still our escape and just as prestegious and requires just as much if not more talent. Our art requires us not only to combined colors and shapes to create a whole beauty, but an understanding of how thousands of peices can work together to become one, working with eachother in harmony to create motion. Our symphony is the sound of the engine, each part playing in unison directed by our hands. From tiny seemingly insignificant parts to the large obtrusive objects working together in harmony and perfect balance to propel the body and maby for a split second to propel the soul to a place of calming a restful bliss. An understanding as well as the knowlege and the ability to be able to find and repair that little insignificant part or the large obtrusive giant that is inadvertanlty out of sinc or in disrepair. A waist of time to some, but to us a release used to be able to be free us of our daily routine and possibly our worries and stresses if only for a moment. Our art is held sacred and close to our hearts, just as each of VanGoghs paintings or Pavarotti's golden lyrical classics were to him. Our art encompases all of these mediums, from painting to the ability to enjoy music as well as movment. Our canvas is the smooth lines we create from schulpting the steel to a smooth flowing serface. Creating body lines just as Monet created brush strokes to catch the eye captivating his audience Rodding not only challenges our mind, sparks our creativity and even without knowing teaches us the value of family as well as individuality from each part, it frees us and lets us be ourselves and exsplore our lives with out the interference of mankind, helping us be a better person for our families and friends as well as everyone else. Just think of us as a mix of Beethoven, VanGogh, DaVinci, and Armani, with our own individuality. Artists we are, our mediums are limited to only what our minds can dream.

It takes a special person to build a dream, when others just read about it in books.

I am a proud member of the artisan comunity, I am a rodder.

HK

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Great stories, H.K! I think we can all relate to them! Do you have titles for these, or do you prefer not to?
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I write Poetry, not aout cars though mostly about my life exps. and the up and downws of growing up in this world.
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