“The Crossroads”

Looking back through my files, I found the daily stories I sent via e-mail to a few friends
and co-workers from the 1995 Power Tour.

Yeah, 1995. Do you remember those days back in the last millennium? Dial up internet with a 28.8K modem? Cameras that shot film? Gas for less than $1.00 per gallon? No gray hair?

Yeah, those were the good ol’ days. And we’ll never see ’em again.

I just finished walking around the warehouse, and I’m lost — lost in my thoughts and memories of Power Tours gone past - fast cars, cheap gas, good friends and memorable (and a few forgettable) meals. And lost trying to figure out what to drive.

I’ve done the Tour in 4 cylinders, 8 cylinders, and even no cylinders (a rotary). Superchargers, turbochargers — been there, done that. I’ve went fast, went slow, across the desert and through the snow. Been there. Done that some more. And written enough for a book.

But now, after fourteen years of Tours, I’m stuck. I can’t figure out what to drive.

Whilst I ponder the meaning of life, and what suitable wheeled conveyance fits my station in life, sit back and read the stories from years past. I’ll be back in a short time with a four wheeled rocket that’ll knock your socks off, and this year’s installment of the Mothers® coverage of the Hot Rod Power Tour.

Go big, or go home. I’m planning on going 150. Come along for the ride — if you dare.

Your humble and obedient servant,