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It’s the other side of Iowahawk, as he sets aside the razor-sharp cudgel of his merciless wit and opens up, revealing the gentle, sensitive motorhead within. You sense the tranquility of a search for deeper meaning satisfied by a quest that never ends. It’s Iowahawk waxing metaphysical about cars, car art and the art that is cars.
Some times I’m convinced there’s a higher power at work in the automotive universe. Some sort of “car-ma” if you will, insuring the celestial gears remain in cosmic synchro-mesh. I call this the Henry Force.
But you’ll want to lose yourself in the whole thing.
Topics: cars
Posted by Jules Crittenden at 5:44 pm on Saturday, June 20, 2009
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