Salt

Well, it is that time of year again.

The season when perfectly reasonable people sit on top of the most practical of go fast machinery - in the sole pursuit of a slip of paper that might say that they have gone faster than anybody else.

There are, of course, rules and classes and definitions and inspections and everything that is associated with any kind of organized racing. I am still compelled by the simple, individual nature of land speed racing. Ultimately, it is one person, piloting one machine, down a single black line - as fast as possible.

I am not going this year.
Next year, perhaps...