It's times like right now that I kick myself so much for selling my old Mustang. Because the mood I'm in right now, nothing would suit me better than to climb into the cockpit, put some 20 year old Heavy Metal into the tape deck and take off on a windy country backroad. Speeding up on curves to almost the point where I can feel the back end begin to slide out on me. Seeing just how fast I can go without losing it. Not that I really cared back then if I did lose it or not. Yeah, I'm in that kind of mood right now. My life is getting complex again. Nothing like cheating death a little to really make you feel alive again. God's I miss drag racing on Friday and Saturday nights. I saw this sweet Mach 1 for sale over the weekend so maybe that's what has me thinking about the Mustang again. Or maybe it's a mid-life crisis kicking in but MAN, the feeling of going over 100 mph down a two lane road right next to some other maniac in a hot car. Stereos blasting out AC/DC or Iron Maiden or Judas Priest. Encountering another car in front of me, and having to decided in a split second whether to slam on my brakes or try to go around him on the shoulder and risk rolling my car. Oh the adrenalin rush of knowing if I didn't win, I was going to lose my car. Getting right up next to the other guy going 80 or so and dropping the gears from drive into second and hearing the shift kit chirp and being slammed back against the seat while the car rocketed from 80 to over 100 in a few seconds. Flying across the makeshift finish line laid down with field marking chalk earlier and seeing a cloud of white dust go up around me. All my friends there cheering for me and getting ready to run their races. Collecting the other guy's car title, my hands still shaking from the rush.