Armed with a year of experience working with the Honda Civic Si and a veteran team of drivers, RSR Motorsports hopes to start the GRAND-AM Continental Tire Sports Car Challenge season by doing something they have never done before: win at Daytona. Again they slow down, then stop, look about, they hear the water slapping the bank from the Great Lake again, but can not see it. The breeze from the lake is picking up, as the window is rolled down they can feel the breeze, there is a chill to it, so they roll it up a bit more. Trees are swaying.

She remembered the day her son Teddie had brought Charlie home. They'd just moved into an apartment after selling the house he'd been born in. She'd done it for the worst reason of all, to try to hang on to a new man she'd just met and with whom her son had, at best, a nervous relationship. It seemed as though she just couldn't stop making mistakes, and now this. She remembered her last days in the house, how she'd walked out and never looked back and how she hadn't been able to drive by it for the longest time, long after the man had gone, long after Charlie had died and been reborn at least a dozen more times. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chevrolet_S-10 Skip: "Not sure, --maybe a skunk, dead frogs, the water smells sometimes; maybe shit, who knows up here, could be a combination ... let's shut our windows." As another mile goes by it starts to get a little foggy looking out the window, shadows seem to be everywhere. The dark figure standing, staring by the street, is noticed by the two men in the front seat of the truck, they stare but keep going, --trees blowing to his right and left, the waves of the Great Lake of Superior, makes a humming sound, and everything else, as if you were in the middle of a hurricane, the stranger stands erect yet, never moving. He sees the eyes of the passenger in the Ford-truck, a small figure, a man of about forty, the driver calls him Skip, and he hears that. The taller man at the wheel, his arms are solid, and frozen to the wheel, is called Amery, for some reason you know he knows that. There were three major car manufacturers. Ford, General Motors and Chrysler. Each manufacture had a following. Arguments could erupt over which car was the best. A man's Dodge pickup was a source of pride. Sunday morning the family would dress in their best clothes and get into a Buick for the trip to church. The Cadillac represented power and money while the Ford and Chevrolet represented the working people. People that lived in the country had a buy truck nuts. It was a working truck and on Saturday's the kids jumped in the back for a trip to town. My experiences at the Shadow Bar occurred more than forty years ago, but I still wonder if I should have reported the incident when I returned to Engineers Hill. It all came back to her then, how he'd lain sobbing in his room across from hers while the man raged in the livingroom, how she'd slipped into his twin bed with him and wrapped her arms around him until he was finally asleep, how she'd read chapters of "Charlotte's Web" to him each night, how he'd raced on his bike through the dark streets the night they'd finally made their escape. She'd let him in on it early on, told him all about her plan to find a new place where it would be just the two of them and how he wouldn't ever again have to lie awake at night afraid of what was going on in the livingroom or of what he'd see in the morning as he headed out for school. He'd told no one. It was their secret. Visit the NTX web site to learn of classic auto shows and swap meets that are held periodically in the parking lot. Reservations are now being taken for the first annual New Year's Eve party to happen December 31, 2009.