Here Daddy

Every afternoon on my way home I go the same way. That is, of course, unless I don't go directly home, but probably 14 out of every 15 afternoons I go the same way. This route takes me up Greens Road in Camp Hill, which means that 14 out of every 15 afternoons I try to get airborne in the car.

Every afternoon I make an attempt I come around the corner into Greens road and put the pedal down to the floor. Now, because it's basically a truck and a diesel it takes a little while for it to take up, and it takes even longer for the turbo to kick in. When it does though we really start to move along. I weave through the few cars parked in the street and start my ascent up the reasonably steep incline heading up towards the flat where I try to achieve lift off. I've never actually gotten the wheels off the ground, at least not to my knowledge anyway, but there's always the sensation of losing your stomach and then the sound of the shock absorbers trying to cushion the mighty weight of the beast. It really is a hoot and I look forward to it just about everyday. I do feel kind of guilty though because there a few parents who live in that street and I'm pretty sure they wouldn't approve. Especially when I have the windows down, the Gunner's belting and my shirt off. But, who cares?