Conflicting Emotions
I’m sitting in the Dallas/Fort Worth airport, between here and there, between desert and farmland, between my glowering past and my immediate future. I am calm, but my mind seems to be screaming out in a thousand different directions at once. Everyone seems to be saying I should be feeling happy or excited or sad or tired or respectful or lonely, but I’m all of those things and none of them all at the same time.
At the moment I am still. Waiting through this interminable layover, waiting for my connecting flight between here and there.
Frequent Fear
My mind, and a notional team of psychiatrists would imply that, in my given emotional state outside of “work” (which this is), peace and serenity would be good goals to pursue. Instead, I am anxious to stuff myself into an alloy tube controlled by overworked, overtired, yet overpaid former-military hotshots; worked by over-glorified wait staff that seem to have no compunction these days from physically and emotionally abusing you for the slightest infractions like airborne Stassi martinets.
Powerful Prelude
I should be still . . . be still . . . be still; seek out an extended period of immobility, but right now, what I am most anxious for is speed, and lots of it. I need to wad myself into an alloy tube and be blasting through the thin air at .84 Mach. I am going to need velocity and quickness, pace, and swiftness.
I am going to The Indy 500.
Tony Borroz has spent his entire life racing antique and sports cars. He means well, even if he has a bias towards lighter, agile cars rather than big engine muscle cars or family sedans.
*To be continued. Bricks And Bones is an Automoblog original series with forthcoming installments during the days leading up to, and following the Indianapolis 500.
Cover Photo: 1915 Indianapolis 500, courtesy of Indianapolis Motor Speedway.
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