For some reason I couldn’t get this story out of my head today. As a result, a rare Reblog from something I wrote back during the blogger days!
It was always on the corner of Los Angeles Ave and First St, right by Lenny Dykstra’s Car Wash. At least that is how I remember the starting line. We’d crawl up from the back seat and watch the red light, just past my Dad’s mustache, flicker across the intersection from our over-sized van. I want to think that he pushed the accelerator just a little bit, to get the anticipation where it should be, right before he counted.
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