European Stars And Stripes (Newspaper) - September 25, 1986, Darmstadt, Hesse                                Columns those squealing tires remind him of Home by John Windrow staff columnist every time i m singing along the ,iulot.i/ it and some Mercedes or Bow shimmers by shall Rinji ii sound Barrier into Little Brittle shards of antimatter i think about my family. My old Man was .1 Charier member of the Way too fasl school of driving. He liked accelerators la a were big enough to Pul both his feet on. We lived in the Outback. The mail Carrier was making his rounds Early one summer morning and saw an old gentleman named Swain parted at the end of the driveway by his Mailbox. They chatted about the weather the crops Hunting dogs who was getting married who was in he Hospital and who was in the jail. Finally the mailman asked or. Swain what he was doing Here just silting in his car. Well or. Swain said i always Wail for hat Windrow fellow to go by on his Way to town before i gel out in the  ii could be rather nerve racking to meet my old Man in a Sharp curve or on a narrow falling Down wooden Bridge. He d come zooming around. Collon trailer when you were doing 35, like any sane person and Here he came at 65 or 70 just a Pink and White Flash that appeared and was gone before you had time to cry out. We had a Pink and while Oldsmobile Delta 86 that would do a Flat out 140 without breathing hard. We also had a tiny Shetland Pony named Thunder who could stand up in the Luck and Slick his head out the rear window if you removed the Back seat. The old Man liked to Pul Thunder in the Back with his head hanging out and tour the Countryside. Sometimes we d tool into town at to or so and then Stop and Saddle up Thunder for a Brief ride around the courthouse. Life is Juiet in Little Southern towns and you have to make your own fun. We d put sunglasses on Thunder the  big ones Lite i hey sell Al carnivals and fairs. 11 was quite a spectacle us winging by in the Pink-.md-whilt1  machine with Thunder hanging his  out inc rear window Wilh his shades on anal his mane flying in the wind. We Drew a lot of stares on the Highway. More than once i had to take a scoop