Car #25006 Amtrak train 49, more affectionately known as the “Lake Shore Limited.” 6.15 am and this thing is on time for a change. Ok. On time, that’s not really all true, but I can’t consider 20 min. behind schedule as being late for this route, especially when it’s normally at least an hour. Of course there’s nothing saying it won’t lose more time between here and the “Land ‘O Goshen.”
So anyway, I’m kicking off the supermodified season with another trip to California like last year. Same but different. This year, it’s on my dad’s dime. Last year it was on mine. I’d prefer it to be on mine again this time around, but I’m pretty shy of dimes right now, I probably have a couple pennies I could rub together, close my eyes and wish, hoping they’d make 10 cents.
It’s a long story and nobody really wants to hear it anyway, but I think what I want to say at 6.30 in the morning riding this rackety rail, is that I practiced what I always preach last night at Jerry Curran’s fundraiser. I’d been having some pretty bad feelings towards a friend. A person who had helped me out a lot, but, for lack of a better term, because of bad communication, I had started thinking there was some bad feelings between us. It took me a good deal of courage to pull him off to the side and just talk, but in the end, I think we both feel better. I was actually surprised to find out that he listens to Wailing with Wing Side Up and we talked about racing as we stood outside of turn one at the track we both love.
Seems funny to me still that this track can make friends and mend friendships like it does. I have tried a lot of times to explain it, it’s just something that happens, and in my mind I don’t think there’s any other place in the world that brings people together like Oswego Speedway. I am sure it’s the Good Lord working too and putting us all in the right places at the right time, but well, you know, this is a supermodified column and blog.
Maybe it’s all cuz of Toledo that has got me to thinking. I feel kind of sad. I’m not with Randy and Rhonda, I hurt for them and feel guilty for not being there. Then I think about my kids that I get to see for the first time since November. I question myself all the time if maybe I’m not being too selfish having moved 900 miles away to be close to the ‘Lady in Grey.’
So here we go folks, on a wing a prayer, hoping to build more bridges and bring more friends into the fold. I have a lot more to write. It’s all down on paper but I can’t read it so much in the dark. Maybe when I get home I’ll put it down. I want to keep all 4 readers,( YEAH we’re up to 4 regular readers now!), abreast of the first adventure of the season and tell you all again how lucky I am to have friends who care.
In the meantime…mend those fences before it’s too late. You don’t know what tomorrow brings and I don’t think there’s many of you that would want to say ‘I wish I woulda.” Time now for my apple cinnamon muffin and some good Green Mountain coffee….hmm..where’s those pennies?
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