Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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8. This is how I Dlannod It, began Val 'We'll «buSSti:. !. and MTS. Unko “«ft S on thlsllst- «i» pons, cups, and the coffee pot - If It l3n»t asking too much Qf course it isn't, dear.' said Mrs. Linko. Good Now Aunt Mary In said she would bring the food, and Susan's father said ho whuld drive us In hlo station wagon. How vould noxt Saterdoy suit you? asked Vol. Just fine, everyone shoutod. rrVin next Sat rdav the party wa3 on its way up the mountain ail to tto ii? they had tw£ flat tiros; otherwise everything Jont well! and they reached the top of the mountain around four o'clock that afternoon. Wo 11 have to start suoper, said Aunt Maryln to Vol, since Vcl-had organized everything. ny , qnid Vol I supDoso wo should. We'll send the 6pyo after some fire'wood. Then they can make our beds while wo girls take care of suppor. How docs that sound to you, Aunt Maryln. Wonderful, the 'gang'- sure know what they were doing when they chose you for a loader. replied Aunt Maryln. After thov had and the dishes wero washed, they sat around the campfiro singing their many wonderful songs. Later after everyone had gone to bod and wero 117 arSo™JhS°sSt”SL»£iSS SSutnSor faV-r away in England and her mother whom she had never seen, except in a picturo her father had given her. Hero you aroi said Miko's voico directly behind her. MikeI she exclaimed as she whirled around; l°u sc..rod mo. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to, ho faltered. By tho way what aro you doing out hore? I wasn't sloopy and I wanted to think. Want to sit down with mo for a while? Mike sat down. Mike . What aro you going to do after tho summer is over? askod I haven't decided yet. Isn't this a nico trip? And there they sat, listening to each othor talk and listing to the ?oS o? tho rlvor, on the bright. moonlit night. Clairo Chalifoux '62

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9 My Experiences as a Dragster Ever since I had been sixteen I had dreamed of having a car. Now, after finishing school and saving for three years, I fiad enough money. I bought a '60 Pontiac convertible, jet black with a white top. The inside upholstery was a beautiful red and white. But the thing I liked best about it was the motor. It was stick shift with fuel injection. For the first six months X took it easy, not driving it over eighty. During this time I put fender skirts on it and crash bars. The crash bars wore for my own protection in case it rolled over. N5ow my car was ready for action. One bright Saturday night I thought I would give it a trial run. I went down town to find an ooponont. I cruised around town until I found one. It was a kid about eighteen with his father's car. The car, a 60 Oldsomobile Super 88, with the big'goet motor made that year, was a fast car. I pulled along side of him and asked if he wanted to out it uo against my car. He said yes, and that he had ta.ken cars just like mine in second gear. We drove outside of the cilty to a two mile striaght way. We nulled along beside each other. I told him to start out and I’d b right be- hind him. I slipped' her intolow and waited for him to start. When I saw him start, I dropood the clutch and floored it. I could feel the tires spinning so let up on her, and. hit second, I waited fort ho speedometer to climb to niwt-’- then hit high. By this time the Oldsomobile was about ton car links behind me. I let the speedometer climb to one hundred and thirty. By this time the Oldsomobile's head lights wore just showing in the mirror. This was just the first drag race. Aftor about ten races my car was beginning to be well known. It was like a fast gun of the West, Everybody wanted to try to boat It. Everybody wanted to race mo; some with junk Fords and. others with better cars. Aft -r quite a few races my c-r began to uso some oil and it was • very hard on tiros. From then on I wouldn't drag unless there was money on it. This wont along fine; I was making a little money, and hadn't been beaten yet. All at onco a streak of real bad luck hit me. First I took the transmission out thon the roar end. I took it easy for the next couple of weeks. But drag racing is like a habit forming drug you just can't got along without it. So totiok at'it I wont. By this time the cops were kooping a close oye on me, but so far, I hadn't been caught. One thing that helped was a devico to turn the number plate light out. A couple of times the cops tried to catch mo, but failed. Thon came the day when I took a boating by another '60Pontiac a twin to mine, except it ha$ a larger engine than mine. That broke my spirit to race. Anyit was rather risky business; I was just lucky I didn't got kil].od. So I traded my Pontiac in for a six cylinder Chovy, a '56, Slush pump, and it was another convert- ible. Don Richard '62