I guess beauty truly is all in the eye of the beholder. Every time I walk
into my shop I admire Peyote, in the same way I love to look at my Vincent.
It's pretty amazing to see a covered wheel home built body without a
compound curve anywhere in sight, that still manages to be low and (dare I
say it) kind of sleek, in a lean, junkyard dog kind of way.
My wife says she likes it 'cause it looks like me (meaning I hope, the kind
of thing I would have built myself).
As much fun as it is to tease the automotive equivalent of ugly dog lovers,
we do all love the mutts.
I think I added to the "unique bouquet" of Peyote when I test drove it down
my driveway with my feet all cramped up and sideways under the pedals. Got
my foot stuck under the brake and on top of the throttle headed for my own
personal Dead Man's Curve. More luck than good driving kept the ol' girl out
of the deep, deep blackberry bushes.
Bill
-----Original Message-----
From: baxter culver [mailto:peyote222@dellnet.com]
Sent: Wednesday, February 23, 2000 8:55 PM
To: Jack W Drews; Bill Babcock
Cc: fot@autox.team.net
Subject: Re: Flogging Darts
Now wait a minute! Dogs were never a problem. A junkyard dog (aka Peyote)
is, after all, just one end of the breed spectrum. It was the cats that
kept trying to mark Peyote. I just thought they were weird, including my
ol' "Clyde the tom". Then my significant other reminded me that I'd left
this strange smell in the car the first time I drove it in anger--she says I
was scared, I attribute the incident to excess coffee intake. . . .
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