Leaving the Starting Line

Atlanta Raceway, Commerce, Georgia

December, 1995

 

The car in the left lane is already out of the frame, and I've only gone 30 feet.  The best the car would do with the now-tired 70,000 mile 350 was 17.27 @78 mph.  If this humiliating experience isn't enough reason to start planning a new balls-to-the-wall engine, then you might as well renounce your American citizenship and start driving a Hillman Minx.  Note the mottled "urban camoflauge" paint job; while working as a copywriter for Year One, I always used any free samples of primer (as long as it was gray or black) to touch up any areas of the car where original (aqua) paint or rust was showing.  We got a lot of free cans of paint, too.  Eventually, many of my coworkers were heading out to the parking lot to test paint on my car; I told them it was fine as long as they left the glass and lights alone.