Some of you might be in the Twitter world. I am not. I have no use for it at all. That being said, there is some poser out there masquerading as 'voodoowarrior' on Twitter. He is some dude from England by the name of Warren.
Now, I don't know anything about Warren, so will not say anything bad about him. I like the English, spent three years living in that wonderful country.
Just don't be confused by imitators out there - he ain't me!
Showing posts with label Voodoo Warrior. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Voodoo Warrior. Show all posts
Monday, August 31, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
An Explanation is in Order
OK, since there might be two people in the world who might read this now and then, a couple of explanations, hopefully to convince you I am not an egotistical nut.
67Cougar refers to my very first car, a maroon 1967 Mercury Cougar. I hot rodded the car through high school, sold it halfway through college. I found it about a dozen years ago, bought it back, and it's been in the garage undergoing a very slow restoration ever since. Environmental nut jobs would love it - 351 cubic inches of Ford muscle, putting out about 425hp, and gets a wonderful 4 miles per gallon (premium, thank you very much). Take that, Algore ....
Voodoo Warrior - isn't a rip of the almost not known at all musical group. It isn't a reference to some mystical Caribbean power. It is a tribute to my father. He flew the F-101 Voodoo in USAF service during the height of the Cold War. Loaded down with a nuclear weapon, his mission was to fly across Europe at 50 feet, going 600mph, to deliver his weapon on a still classified target behind the Iron Curtain. I am astounded to this day that he survived 3 years of doing that, and he will forever be my hero.
By the way, that's his aircraft (56-0006) in the title photo, seen in 1961.
67Cougar refers to my very first car, a maroon 1967 Mercury Cougar. I hot rodded the car through high school, sold it halfway through college. I found it about a dozen years ago, bought it back, and it's been in the garage undergoing a very slow restoration ever since. Environmental nut jobs would love it - 351 cubic inches of Ford muscle, putting out about 425hp, and gets a wonderful 4 miles per gallon (premium, thank you very much). Take that, Algore ....
Voodoo Warrior - isn't a rip of the almost not known at all musical group. It isn't a reference to some mystical Caribbean power. It is a tribute to my father. He flew the F-101 Voodoo in USAF service during the height of the Cold War. Loaded down with a nuclear weapon, his mission was to fly across Europe at 50 feet, going 600mph, to deliver his weapon on a still classified target behind the Iron Curtain. I am astounded to this day that he survived 3 years of doing that, and he will forever be my hero.
By the way, that's his aircraft (56-0006) in the title photo, seen in 1961.
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