| I was at a very old racing track, sitting in an extremely old and rickety Model T. And of course, there were about fifty other Model T Racers there that day. So I decided �Well, if they�re gonna race, I am too.� I drove my car over to the startig line, and Al was over there in a car of his own. I drove up next to him and we started chatting while we waited for the race to start. Apparently, these cars we were in were magical restored Model T�s and they had all the modern equipment that normal cars nowadays have. (What, don't you drive one?) I found this out when the guy said �GO� and all the Model T�s took to the air and flew around the track. Oh yeah, and they didn�t need to be steered. They just kind of hovered on their own at high speeds. Well, I got lost in the pack, so I had no idea who won the race. It wasn�t Al or I, I knew that much, because I saw the poor guy sitting in a car all by himself, staring at the wheel in disbelief. I headed over on foot. That was a big mistake. The track was composed of old cow pies piled three feet deep. I hit a soft spot and whoosh! Down went my leg in a squish of foul-smelling dung. Wonderful. I hauled my leg out and continued to walk to Al. �Al?� He didn't even look at me. �Yeah?� �You okay?� �Yeah. We need new magic spells!� and he thumped the car hard with his right hand. �We need really simple magic spells!� Whomp. �We will get them!� Whomp. And then I woke up. My Take On It Next Dream |
| Magic Model T's 03/27/01 |