About every five years I get an overwhelming desire that I don’t seem able to control for at least a week or two. My only excuse is — as they say — I get it honest.

It all started before I was born when my father was racing cars for the MG factory during the late 1940s.  Read more from the Penobscot Falcon…


2 thoughts on “Dad”

  1. Hi Eric,
    Interesting blog & I love those old pictures.
    Nice talking to you in Rollie’s today.
    Hope to see you driving around town in you new car.



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