As we pass through life I am constantly reminded of my life in Southern California and the associated sensations that attended that existence. The warm summer nights, the cool crisp winter nights, the soft spring days and the ever-present cacophony of the cars that marked my passage from child to young adulthood. From the 1953 Chevy in the barrio to the 1970 Plymouth GTX in my lower middle class neighborhood in Bellflower, I remember the impact these diverse autos had on my life. I had a 1964 Chevelle Malibu wagon that I lost my virginity in and took the same from my high school girl friend, oh so many years ago, but remain a constant ephemeral influence on my current being. As we pass through this mortal coil, it is these faint and surprisingly strong remembrances that color our future and current existences. I am cognizant of these influences but remain in awe of the human capacity to always remember and allow these past events to impact our lives on every level and I believe that this is in fact a good thing. The memories are so strong; I can hear the music on the radio and am able to this day, identify the artists playing. Oh, the stirrings are still strong; forever stamped indelibly on my psyche, and I am convinced that this is to my betterment and development as the person that I am, was and shall be. The rumble of a big block Chevy, the rasp of an excellent breathing small block ford, the combined squall and thump of a hemi at full song; these are the aphrodisiacs of a muscle car driven youth and collective recollection of what it was to be a part of the Early 70’s California scene. I have since left Southern California, lo these many years, but the imprint of that youth shall remain forever a stain on my soul, a remnant of angst and of revelation and gratitude to have been a part of that experience and a contributor, however insignificant, but a part nonetheless.
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Raodrunners Rock!
nicely written! Made me remember about the old T-Bird and how it sounded that my dad had as a kid. It got me hooked on olde cars in general.
Of course, I pieced together that MOPAR was the way to go.
V
Of course, I pieced together that MOPAR was the way to go.
V
