Past the top of the slope

Tom T. Hall once explained the Meaning of Life: “It’s faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money.”

Jack Baruth understands that. And a discussion of movable automotive spoilers somehow ended up with this disclosure:

Most of the women with whom I’ve formed any real emotional attachment have been between three and ten years younger than I am.

But if you don’t think it’s a genuine thrill to sleep with a woman half your age, you’re kidding yourself so you can sleep at night. It’s like driving a badly-developed NASA American Iron Extreme car — nothing but smooth flesh and full lips and fresh scent.

Well, driving a NASA AIX car is nothing like that. But you get the idea.

I’m forty-three; my expiration date is approaching fast enough to Doppler-shift the noise. When I’m sixty years old I can live a life of the mind the same as I can now — but I won’t be able to do what I can do physically now.

I don’t want to look back at my life and count all the opportunities I avoided due to fear or self-pity.

Come see me in thirty years. I’ll either be a grown-up or I’ll be in the ground.

I suppose, by this definition, I’m some sort of grown-up. Who knew?

And perhaps more instructive, NASA — no, the other NASA — apparently can’t be bothered to maintain a site for American Iron Racing in any class.

1 comment

  1. Chuck »

    7 August 2015 · 12:24 pm

    I wonder if there is a foreign car that would meet their specs and how it would do.

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