I've often written about how the familiar sounds of an old song can instantly transport me to a different time and place, and that was certainly the case with one I ran across recently. Johnny Bond's "Hot Rod Lincoln" took me back to a time when my friends and I had some hot rod adventures of our own — and one of us became a local legend.
Cyrus Whitfield (Johnny) Bond had already been a very successful country music songwriter and performer for years when he first recorded the song, and it wasn't a particularly big hit at that time. That occurred years later when Commander Cody's version hit the charts. But Bond's early version had a vitality and rawness that seemed to be lifted right out of Rebel Without A Cause.
My friends and I were nothing like James Dean; and a movie of our lives would probably have been named Rebels Without A Clue, but we did have a few 
experiences revolving around the familiar pairing of teenage boys and hot cars. And I confess that we did occasionally go rocketing down dark roads, our pulses pounding.
I have to begin by admitting that my car wasn't exactly smokin' in those days. It was an ancient Buick that went from zero to sixty in something like 12 minutes, and that was only with a following wind. I did try to make it a little cooler-looking with some customizing, but all I could afford were some chrome knobs from the hardware store, which I mounted in the front grill. Not many people thought the resulting look was cool. In fact, I think I heard my Buick called 'the kitchen cabinet special' a few times.
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