Racing Noises

Leading up to Father's Day, I'll be writing about different memories I have with my dad. Today is the first.

A long, long time ago (I can still remember, how that music made me smile... ok end song tangent.) But a long, long time ago my dad owned a Ford Blazer with a manual that my mom couldn't drive. She never learned on a manual car.

I have two things I remember about riding in that tan Blazer. One is that when it was just dad and me, I would get to go through his tape case (ah, remember those big suitcase things?) and pick out a tape. I always liked how the different tapes looked side by side (designer/creative-type coming out in me already, I suppose) though most of them were just black with white letters.

The other part was sometimes when we would go to church, it would be just us. Either my mom would already be at church because she was singing in the choir, or mom had to sing at 9 o'clock mass, and we would sleep and go to 10:30. Either way, when it was just us two, we would make racing noises as we rounded the right turn from Highway 100 onto 47, right before turning onto Madison to go to church. That intersection has been redone a few times since then to add more lanes, but it was once a longer curve, had more of an incline to it. In going through the curve, when we didn't have to stop for oncoming traffic, we'd go "Nnnnnnnnyyyoooowwwwwwww"!