Drag culture vs. Bike culture.
Just got back from watching my son smoke his tires and boost his turbo for a quarter mile. Haven't been to the drags since high school. Whoa!
Mostly I looked at FiftyPlus types-- there were lots of them. This was an annual Event, much like an organized with food stops and wrist bands bike ride. Except: Most 50Plussers today had black, manufacturer logo T-shirts, paunches, and a Bud. Their wives/gf's had tattoos (my favorite was a rampant eagle on each breast and Old Glory sort of tucked into her cleavage as if rippling in the wind.) The smell of burnt rubber, tri-tip BBQ, and high octane was everywhere. And, of course, the thunder of crankshaft snapping POWER. I cheered when my son surged ahead of the guy in the blown, 4WD STI.......little clutch popper punk thinking he could beat My Kid. All you parents can smile with shared recognition ....been watching The Kid since pre-school soccer days all the way up through 2 lawn chairs to today. Probably go on watching him for a long time more I hope.
Anyway, there may seem to be an apparent gulf between those aging guys with Elvis haircuts and a little quieter us. But, the passion for an engaging Interest is common. We talk about carbon vs. steel, Shimano vs. Campy; they argue Ford vs. Chevy. Nice to see people our age "out there" and not terminally interred in a recliner chair. Especially the victorious, white haired olde pharte in the candy apple '55 Chevy-- naturally aspirated with twin four-barrels, of course.
It was a nice day, including the P-51 Mustang that strafed the crowd with more ear splitting thrills. One heck of a day for excitement and carbon emissions. Maybe a quiet ride tomorrow morning?
Last edited by CrossChain; 10-07-06 at 07:55 PM.