The Solstice. The time of year to find gratitude along with repulsion. The beauty of nature along with the vile pervasion of some, mostly humanity. The Substance of life is sometimes more than I think my hill-billy country bumpkin back side can handle. The experiences I have had have been great, many, and out of this world but sometimes the common journey of fatherhood is more than mind blowing for any ol beer drinking grey haired greasy finger nailed weirdo wanker wanna-be. Through it all, the confusion gives me clarity through racing. Motor sport. The Joe Camel Marlboro Man savoir. So much is the vulgar display of commercialism that at least I know it is transparent. Despite the decades of puffing ciggies the transparency was always pure and never have I wanted to be anything fake. Only a racer. The holidays are just the off season. Waiting....
After months of trying to meet up with Martini, the three time ago previous owner of my Coyote, I finally made the connection; At a Motel 6 in Gallop New Mexico. I pulled up in front of his ground floor room as the skunk aroma rolled. Along with the sporting goods and contraband he bestowed upon me his old Simpson race suit along with his CHCA race jacket. The torch was passed.
When Martini raced this Coyote at Pikes Peak he had her looking so good.
Trying to fit my 6 foot two inch giraffe leg having frame into this car is a real challenge. Let alone fitting a two cable shifter in somewhere right next to a two master cylinder turning brake. I figure making a shifter is about as good of a chance to exercise my brain as any other crippling aneurism.
On a bright yellow sun shine note of crisp two stroke resonance revival I did get the 76 YZ125 a proper (ish) front end so I could finally ride it a year after building. No dents in the alloy tank, whew!
Last weekend I got Danny to come down from the mountains to play race cars with me on some of the best roads. My back yard is straight out of a video game. Danny turned my old 79 Pontiac Grand Pirx back into a proper dialed race car. I would never have sold it to him if only I had the patience and knowledge to set it up like he has it now. My buddy ol Peter who showed me these roads came out with his dirt bike. It sure felt good to get back in the car after the last race in September. I was hitting corners like a slot car madman. I found a nice 4th gear road jump and flew a car for the first time. I made some corners obey my cosmic powers and it felt good. Really good.
After a near brain aneurism trying to engineer my own shifter I came to my senses and bought an old Toyota MR-2 shifter off ebay. But the leg room is a serious issue.... 
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