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Ever wonder where the instinct came from, or the passion began?
I believe it's in the genes and needs only a spark to kindle the flame.
For me, it was on this day..... and it happened like this.
A soft, distant rumble, interrupted by a brief, but violent throttle blast, rivets him to the sidewalk. He turns to witness and with full attention, drinks in this alluring sensation. With thunder beneath his feet, his imagination runs wild as his face dares a faint smile. His wide eyes beg his mind to believe this black primered vision, as his small hands began to tremble. A hint of fear passes thru him, but a more powerful curiosity whispers, "give me more".
An eight second flash that is forever branded in his memory.
The trance is broken by a familiar voice, "That's Billy Landor's 37' Ford coupe. 312 V8, 3 deuces, lakers and a Lincoln tranny. Is that thing wild or what?"
Jeff Taylor stands stunned. A shock like thrill grips his small frame. He wants to touch, smell and hear it's sweetness again. He wants to learn all about it and immerse himself in it.
He races to the corner store and eagerly trades a hard earned quarter for his first hot rod rag. Thirty-five pages that answer a hundred questions and fuels a thousand more. Young curiosity turns insantly to a life long passion as our hobby, addiction, or maybe affliction claims yet another.
Welcome aboard eleven year old Jeff Taylor.
Ten years later, Jeff Taylor's 56', 396 powered Chevy rumbles down Cresent street.
Straddling his bike, a young John Hill stands frozen, mesmerized by the thunder of this big block monster.
And without a word, the spark is passed.
Did you cruise today?
blksheep....in Charlotte |