Naturally all young boy has to
have "Wheels". Ours certainty would not have been accepted at a fancy
road-show, but to us it was the coolest wheels on earth. It was made of the
finest material (Apple Box, 2x4's, mower wheels, a rope, and many nails). The
motor was your best friend. Our drag-strip was the pasture, which could get
pretty slick at times, right after a bunch of these old cows would walk through.
They didn't mind at all what they left behind! We would line our wheels up side
by side, someone would hollow "go", and the race would begin. Crossing
that finish-line first was equal (in our minds) to winning an Olympic Gold
Metal. Even in my later years I can still remember the Joy.
Ó Glenn E. Newman 2000
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