Anonymity With A Soul
Sometimes I will talk about drag-racing and things related on this blog. However, I remain a mere commentator at the edge of the track while Paul and son, Anthony, will be providing the searing growl of sound along it. For around 10.6 seconds.
This is a Buick GS muscle car with the loudest of 455 Buick engines. The door-slammer is affectionately known as the Flying Fridge or Flying Iceberg. The car and its driver have been an inspiration to me, especially with the book I am currently writing.
It is believed that it’s probably still the fastest, meanest Buick in Europe. When I tried racing it, it was without a doubt the slowest.
I’m proud, though, to have it as my profile picture. As though I were driving, tachometer on the dash, helmet on, surrounded by the burnout smoke I created, I am unrecognisable. That picture affords me anonymity with a soul.