Ah, the Friendship Trail, that old bridge which Hillsborough & Pinellas Counties saved a few years ago. Saved to be used as a Bike Trail, Fishing pier, Park, in general they were saying OK some folks want us to save this POS, why not. Sure they slapped some light posts, railings, decking for fisherman but not much else was done. Over 500,000 people used the "Park" for Bike riding, fishing, rollering blading and who knows what else. I even used the "park" as a look out for street racing, watching the rice burners getting pulled over is great fun! To be honest the moon glows on the bay water on a clear night, when you look towards Tampa the city is in its glory and off to the West Downtown St. Pete looks like a major city. I don't know if the Friendship Trail will be saved, I was hoping it would be, but given the current state of affairs in our fine state, I doubt it. Maybe I'm wrong, I hope I'm wrong. When people work together, anything can happen.
Finally Tampa is going big time, NO I'm not talking about the RNC or the Bucs making a Super Bowl Run, we now have an FM Sports Radio Station!! Congrat's 98.7 the Fan!
As oil warms in the cold steel, you can feel it. As cool air enters the chamber, you can feel it push you back into your seat. As your tires begin to grip the asphalt the hairs on the back of your neck begin to stand on end. When Oil Pressure, Air In Take and fuel mix properly the Shark can over take just about anything with wheels. When you line up at a street race you want a cool night, cool air is like NO2 to a warm machine, like fresh blood in a body. Where a human body can be worn down with age, the shark is not like a human. Whether the body is perfect or beat up it's the engine that matters, the engine is what makes the shark go. The engine is the heart that pushes power to it's legs, those legs will run as fast as they can. Do not pay attention to the beauty at the start line, for she is a dark mistress, she is not your friend is a killer. The shark moves about like caged animal, begging to break free, it wants to run, it wants to eat. The flag drops and heavy shark lurches forward but yet behind the lighter horse in the next lane. The drive can see the its taillights, bright in his eyes, 1st to 2nd gear is a bitch in these heavy machines. At 3,500 RPM's the shark hits 3rd and begins to gain on the tiny horse that thinks its turbo/fuel injected motor can dust the mighty shark. The sky is dark, without a cloud in the sky, the light of the moon combine with the street lights give the Gandy a "Daytona" feel. The cool air from the bay waters makes the drivers sweat feel cold on his neck. The tiny horse is getting scared with only a 1/4 mile left, its at 5,000 RPM's with no more to spare. The shark hits 4th and jumps at the chance to catch the baby horse, its teeth are wet with anticipation. Its time to kill, its time to win, less than a 1/4 mile left and torque spare thanks to the cold bay air. The 20inch wheels spinning at over 110 MPH and then a slight fishtail and 5th gear...bye bye tiny horse. The Shark passes the trailer park chicks at the main hump like a QB leaves a cheerleader after the big game, Touchdown, Score, GoodBye, I win. Do not Call me in the Morning. For tonight the Shark as won, The Shark beat it's former self...the Shark is back
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