The machine of a dream

In the words of Roger Tyler,

The machine of a dream
Such a clean machine
With the pistons a pumpin'
And the hub caps all gleam

When I'm holdin your wheel
All I hear is your gear
When my hands on your grease gun
Oh it's like a disease son

I'm in love with my car
Gotta feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar
Such a thrill when your radials squeal

Told my girl I'll have to forget her
Rather buy me a new carburetor
So she made tracks sayin'
This is the end now
Cars dont talk back
They're just four wheeled friends now

When I'm holdin your wheel
All I hear is your gear
When I'm cruisin in overdrive
Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive

I'm in love with my car
Gotta feel for my automobile
I'm in love with my car
String back gloves in my automolove

Before

My PhD experiment starts soon. The test module is a work of art (baby) and will be shipped out soon. Meanwhile I must do a million and one sims and produce a run plan by 8 am tomorrow.

I wish I was here, lost in the mist:




(Other Japan pictures from the exceedingly wet June trip are in the usual photobucket- I saw the Imperial Palace East Gardens and the Meiji Shrine.)