Tribute post to say thank you for the awesome car filled childhood.
I thought of Gatsby´s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy´s dock.
He had come such a long way and his dreams must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it.
But he did not know that it was already behind him. Gatsby believed in the green light. The orgastic future that year by year recedes before us it eluded us then, but that´s no matter. Tomorrow wen will run faster stretch out our arms farther and one fine morning. Some beat on boats against the current borne back ceaselessly into the past