Dr. Wheelie is no ONE person,

He is from no ONE place.

Dr. Wheelie was born the first time mankind attempted to harness the controlled explosions we know as internal combustion and as long as gasoline, rubber, chrome, metal, and flesh intertwine to create Motion, Dr. Wheelie will never die.

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Dr. Wheelie is a spiritual force that cannot be contained, he can be found at tracks, drag strips, on city streets, country roads and in backyards and garages all over the world.

He is the ray of light that glints off a highly polished lake pipe and the glow of a taillight as it disappears like a shot into the blackness of the night that encases a lonely country road.

He is the acrid smell of smoke lapping out of tire wells during a nitro-fueled burnout and the pungent smell of air saturated with unburned gasoline.

He is the sound of grinding gears gnashing their teeth together in an effort to contain a dumpster load of torque unleashed all at once. He resonates in the earsplitting staccato of an unchained exhaust note searing through your eardrums like a plasma cutter.

He is the slick feel of highly polished Kandy Kolored lacquer that is smoother than glass and the sensation that hits the pit of your stomach when the invisible hand of sheer horsepower whips your body forward like a rag doll.

He lives in the perfect roundness of a fat mag wheel mounted on an 11 inch cheater slick. He dwells in the tolerances needed to draw the boundaries between harmonic motion and the total chaos unleashed by the powerful forces of internal combustion.

Howling he rides huge gulps of air swallowed by shaker hood scoops, bug catchers, and velocity stacks to their suicidal rendezvous with highly explosive liquids. And in a millisecond of pure hell he dies, only to be reborn in the form of seemingly limitless energy being translated into motion.

Dr. Wheelie offers himself up to this endless cycle of life and death so that all who choose to can continue their relentless quest for the only force of any importance in the universe.

SPEED!!!!

© 2002 Dr. Wheelie