Yer fancy racin cars ain't fer this good ol boy. Give me my old yella bug. It was fun on a winding road on accounta it was a challege to ramp it up go tight asshole. Or go where today's yuppies wouldn't take their fancy SUVs. Or go around during snowstorms helping people get their wheels unstuck. Or put er sideways and go through the bollards and slide sideways down the slope to the football field at uni on wet grass and... oops.

Oh yeah.... bro had a 66 Bug decked... Abarth mufflers, radial tires (not heard of around here when he brought it home from Germany), Porche engine... even a map reading infrared light from a CF104 Starfighter. It had a paint job with "Der Fleidermouse Rie" on it (The Red bat). Germans on the Autobahn used to chase him and ask him... Vas ist das engine? He also had one which he shaved 12 pounds off the flywheel... I dunno much about weehicles but his stories were good... especially the second time he was in court for killing a famer's pig with his BMW motorpickle. (Same farmer, same judge... not good.)

Sorry for the rambling and thread drift. Just stuff that came to mind.