Go fast day

A return to my formative years ... the smell of burning rubber, ear shattering noise, screaming crowds. Oh yes, the drag strip. And now, after almost 50 years I discover that one of my old heroes, Don Garlits, the king of fuel dragsters has established a museum to the sport just east of the Villages in central Florida.

The museum is well maintained and the surrounding grounds are well kept and used for a variety of other activities.

This was a special weekend here at Don's place in that they were having an RV show here.  Probably about 50 coaches of various sizes plus 5'ers, trailers, and a pop-up or two.  We had a great time browsing around and seeing all there was to offer.

But the real treat for me was a gaggle (?) of Vipers staged in front of the museum.  It was the largest gathering of the snazzy, testesterone pumping, oozing with sex appeal, Dodge V10 Vipers I have ever seen.

Unique in appearance and powered by one powerful bad-ass motor that will haul to the grocery store just about as fast as any motorcar on the planet.  Their owners are an eclectic lot; young and old alike ... but all deeply attached to their thundering go-fast machines.

In addition to all that hutzpah, the cars owners like a bit of whimsey as well.  Check out these vanity plates.

 

Somehow this guy got into the show.  Not a Viper but a rare 427 Camaro 4 speed convertible. 

 

Scooping the air on a Viper

And one final look at the star of the show.

Just another day livin' the dream in the Florida sunshine.

Phil