I love engines. I love their deep rumble, and the way the shake the car. I love working on them, and I especially love the idea that we're being propelled by a series of contained explosions. Driving is everything. It represent a total freedom and makes me feel alive, and when you're taking a corner on the track at 200 km an hour, with white smoke pouring from your tires, youu feel so far way from everything, like nothing can touch you




PROUD TO BE JEWISH!!!!!!!!











Remember when
Getting high meant swinging at the playground?
The worst thing you could get from girls was cooties?
Dad was your hero & Mom was the only girl in your life?
Your worst enemies were your siblings?
Race issues were who ran the fastest?
War was a card game?
The only drug you knew of was cough medicine?
The only thing you smoked was the tires on your bike?
The only thing that REALLY hurt was Skinned knees?
The only things that could get broken were your toys?
Life was simple and carefree?
but what I remember the most was wanting to grow up.
Now that I'm grown,I just want to be a kid again



if you read this, even if we don't speak often -
post a comment with a memory of you and I.
It can be anything you want, either good or bad. When you're finished, post this paragraph on your blog and
you'll be surprised about what people remember about you.






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