my friends, it is with great sadness that i tell you all that my mom has died peacefully tonight, with her family at hand. she was a good person, raised 4 doctors with sugar & spice, & things not so nice. i'll always miss her.
but i write this as a letter of appreciation to moms, and the people who has given us one of the greatest gifts in the world. our beloved NSX.
it is with this vehicle that my story of maternal love found real meaning. now most of you old farts were probably "trained" to drive by mom's draconian driving school. my mom took me to a parking lot, and said "this is a stick-shift ... do it". and i learned.and i wrecked cars, and i got disciplined by the old lady....then, i drove "her way"...."dukes of hazards meets trackmasters"....
anyway, fast forward, i had taken my mom for a spin in my "sunny day car" in oct 2004. got her situated, and took off. nice 20 mile run, twisty highway rt 94. passing lanes, hills and valleys, posted 50 mph, quintessential nj driving...we sprinted in lower gear/ high rpm for maximum accceleration, sound effects, & torque. she was alive!! and usually she would have already slapped me to slow down, and bitched me out...but that never came. we passed an 18 wheeler carrying tons of cement conduit... tailgated it, then pounced on the truck in the passing lane, hitting 90. she loved it!
when i got her home, i took this pic of her.
i felt for the first time in my life, that no matter who i was, life was good and happy. she never complained about my driving [at least to me...], & we could laugh later, near the end, about my 100 mph speeding tix...., and her driving us around on devil's night helping us throw eggs.
thank you HMC,and all of you in love with this gift of life.
peace,mom:smile: i love you
but i write this as a letter of appreciation to moms, and the people who has given us one of the greatest gifts in the world. our beloved NSX.
it is with this vehicle that my story of maternal love found real meaning. now most of you old farts were probably "trained" to drive by mom's draconian driving school. my mom took me to a parking lot, and said "this is a stick-shift ... do it". and i learned.and i wrecked cars, and i got disciplined by the old lady....then, i drove "her way"...."dukes of hazards meets trackmasters"....
anyway, fast forward, i had taken my mom for a spin in my "sunny day car" in oct 2004. got her situated, and took off. nice 20 mile run, twisty highway rt 94. passing lanes, hills and valleys, posted 50 mph, quintessential nj driving...we sprinted in lower gear/ high rpm for maximum accceleration, sound effects, & torque. she was alive!! and usually she would have already slapped me to slow down, and bitched me out...but that never came. we passed an 18 wheeler carrying tons of cement conduit... tailgated it, then pounced on the truck in the passing lane, hitting 90. she loved it!
when i got her home, i took this pic of her.
i felt for the first time in my life, that no matter who i was, life was good and happy. she never complained about my driving [at least to me...], & we could laugh later, near the end, about my 100 mph speeding tix...., and her driving us around on devil's night helping us throw eggs.
thank you HMC,and all of you in love with this gift of life.
peace,mom:smile: i love you
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