The great race
Many many moons ago, before the T3 was even a gleam in the eye of a VW
engineer, I was contentedly driving my clapped out VW bus when I came to a
stop light.  Next to me, a friend pulled up in HIS clapped out VW Bus.  I
looked at him, he looked at me.  I revved my engine, he revved his engine.
I moved slightly forward, HE moved slightly forward. Keeping an eye on the
light and an eye on the opponent, we revved our engines and waited.  The
light turned green.  With two angry roars like highly irate lawn mowers we
raced across the intersection. And raced across the intersection. And raced
across the intersection. Time moved rather slowly here, so I�ll type slowly
to give the proper impression.  He started pushing on his dash board to
gain that infinitesimal advantage, so I countered with a push on my
steering wheel, logically concluding that the angle of the steering wheel
would give me a better leverage and thus a better advantage.  About halfway
down the street, coughing and belching overheated VW exhaust we passed a
local Constabulary standing between two parked cars.
He was laughing soo hard we were in no danger of any kind of a citation.

Just thought I�d  share an old memory, as it is a Friday.

Ed-91 DoKa, now with power.