The sounds of a strumming guitar and someone humming an old tune came from the inside of a ‘52 car, a Hudson Terraplane. “It’s coming….now….listen….” said Errol.
We didn’t mind listening. The cold air was sucking the cigarette smoke out of the side windows of this huge American car, the large tyres whished on the tarred road. We weren’t in a hurry. We had time to kill. We enjoyed being with each other. Well, for most of the time I suppose we did like each other. But tonight wasn’t a night for worrying about that. We had more important things on our mind. Tonight we would be taking the Terraplane through its paces…we would push it over 100 mph. It would be a journey to remember, something that we had planned and spoken about for some time.
We didn’t mind listening. The cold air was sucking the cigarette smoke out of the side windows of this huge American car, the large tyres whished on the tarred road. We weren’t in a hurry. We had time to kill. We enjoyed being with each other. Well, for most of the time I suppose we did like each other. But tonight wasn’t a night for worrying about that. We had more important things on our mind. Tonight we would be taking the Terraplane through its paces…we would push it over 100 mph. It would be a journey to remember, something that we had planned and spoken about for some time.