Normal?

My son and I were cleaning his motocross bike yesterday afternoon and he said to me
“I bet I know what you would do if you suddenly became well again”, “tell me pal”? , I said.
“You would go for a drive in your car”,
“Your right, I would, I would go for a swim in the ocean, or a surf, drive around in my car seeing people and come pick you and your sister up from school again”!

I fantasize about this all the time.

CONSTANTLY.

For those that don’t get the infatuation with my car.
I will try and explain.

I am a racer, my father raced cars, boats, karts, anything with a motor. He loved.
That is in my blood.

I love going fast. Period.

When I turned 30 I bought myself a car.
A 2 litre Turbo, RenaultSPORT, Megane. (a very light, fast, sports car, that is very safe and can also double as practical transport).

I raced it against other cars at Queensland Raceway.

When I bought it most people had negative things to say. (expected).

But I was very happy with myself.

I sheepishly showed my father. (expecting a scolding).
He congratulated me.

Someone understood my madness.

Rolling in a fine car on a good road, motor sports, staying up all hours to see racing, board sports, B.M.X. is all a part of it.


This morning after my two children went to school.
Just briefly, the sun shone in a window, there was no sound, I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to feel normal.

Serenity.