Stan

Memories

December, 26 2003

I remember the time it was necessary for me to ride with Velma from the farm to Norman. Not knowing her driving reputation I climbed into the passenger seat of her old car. She slid behind the wheel and then advised me that the air conditioner and speedometer were broken and so we would drive a little faster to keep cool. We both rolled down the windows as she fired up the engine. I almost jumped out of my seat when the old thing started! Obviously the muffler was broken too. From this point my memory becomes just a blur of speed, wind, fumes, and Velma talking as we raced up Slaughterville road. I cold swear the tires almost left the ground as we topped the hills, and through it all Velma was telling stories and laughing. By time we arrived in Norman my longish hair was sticking straight up and I looked like a con that just escaped from a trip in a clothe dryer. In the future I always drove

Stan Earnhardt