Burnin' Rubber

Burnin' Rubber 33
“You ready?”
I grabbed my bags and ran out the door.
“Hell, yes!”

I jumped in my pal Charlie Potato’s ride and we burned rubber to the airport. Talk about luck; Charlie got an all expense paid trip for two to the Rosmallen bike and car show in Holland, so being Charlie’s pal and club brother, I was invited. Charlie has a friend out there that he has been shipping parts to for years and I guess the guy wanted to show his appreciation.

I’d only been on a plane once or twice, so the thought of a nineteen hour travel experience wasn’t pretty. Thirteen Jack and Cokes later, it was all a blur.
All of a sudden Charlie was shaking me awake, “We’re here!”
It was as cold as could be outside. Numbing cold. Charlie’s pal, whose name I still can’t pronounce, was outside with a few of his buddies in some old cars.

There were already quite a few people gathering around to look at the cars. You don’t see cars like that every day or even every week over there. A ‘51 Chevy, a ‘40 Ford, some old beaters. Somehow, these guys knew who I was from Ol’ Skool Rodz. I guess Charlie has been sending them overseas and these guys think I am some kind of a celebrity. Well, who am I to destroy all their dreams?

To see the rest of Jimmy Carbone’s tale, see Rodz #33.

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