Aside from being the title of one of the cheesiest rock ballads ever recorded, it was a hard truth I learned for yesterday. I stay pretty busy with a full time job, building my models, doing SCCA autocross and helping Jeff out here with the sites. Without staying busy I get like that puppy that chews up your favorite pair Bass weejuns or Tony Lama boots you plopped down a wad of cash for. Of course my wife Donna tolerates these things and goes with me most of the time. She's really developed a love for dirt and drag racing. After her first whiff of buring nitro and the shock wave produced by a funny car doing 300 she's been hooked. She took a ton of pics the night we went to Jackson just to play around at test and tune tune because I wanted to experience sitting at the line with the christmas tree. I really liked it. Sucked at it but it was fun. She likes snapping pics each autocross and fishing trip results in around 100+ being taken. But I digress.

I had a month's worth of photos to move to vintage section here and spent some of the afternoon doing that while the backyard flooded from all the rain. Then I got to thinking about all the pictures I took at Darlington and Rockingham over the years. Only one survived.

Of course things disappear when you move and thats to be expected. You know the old adage you never know someone until you live with them? Well I fell in that trap and it took close to seven years to get out of that trap. I married a woman who soon came to be someone who made Lillith on Frasier look like a warm nurturing person and I started wishing she was more like Maris-out of sight, out of mind. I considered wearing my wedding band on the wrong hand because I married the wrong #%*% woman.(I later found out she had a marriage that lasted less than 24 hours). I came home one day to find all of my drag racing shirts gone. She put them in a trash bag and took them to the dump because she didn't like them. In her eyes they were "low class" something "trashy" people wear. This coming from a person whom after we married made it their life's mission to draw a disability check. I got the reward of working two full-time jobs for the privilege of living like this. My life mission became to get out of this without alimony. Daddy liked making a husband's life being a slave to him on Saturdays. I defied him on that one after working my first Saturday. .We spent the majority of this blissful marrriage separated which gave me plenty of time do some skirt chasing and have some resemblance of happiness in my life. In moving I found my photos in box in a shed with moisture damage and covered in roach droppings. I will never understand that family's love for out buildings as there we about 8 or so on the compound. All these photos runied. IHRA nationals photos from Darlington and NHRA pics from Rockingham-gone. Aside from my kart, the portable building I used for my shop ,and my Jack Russell terrier  Scooter there was nothing salavagable to take with me. Until I got that bill from the IRS for about 4 grand in back taxes for the disability back pay she got. Lesson guys. If your wife hides income you can appeal to the IRS for Innocent Spouse Relief. In most cases, as mine, you will win. It seems the IRS takes a dim view when a spouse hides income from the other. Armed with this I had my way clear to get a divorce and out of that living hell with no alimony. But I think of what I lost. A life time of memories. Thanks to you guys I get some of those back here. A place where they were lived a 1/4 mile at a time when I click on and see Wally's picture or a post from him it takes me back to those days and it reminds me of those fond memories. For those who post the old pics from '80s and 90's I thank you. It eases some pain. But nothing will ease the pain of losing my Wunderbird T I bought just because that grinning flamingo on the back looked so cool. I hope throwing one of those out is one of God's Cardinal Sins.