| 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 |