best time on the best course.

back when mom was up in the city for grad school, or off getting supervision for her license every monday night, dad and i would always - always go to ronzo's pizzeria across bascom ave. to pick up an extra-pepperoni pizza. well, dad would usually get ham, artichoke hearts, and tomatoes. and mom would come home and eat half the pepperoni.

 

while we waited for the pizza, we always - always - would trek back past the rednecks at the pooltables to settle in for a little head-on-head *cruisin' world* an arcade driving game. no fancy-pants steering feedback, no rumbling from the seats, just straight up, 64 bit driving, with a gas and a brake and gearbox, should you choose manual. win a race and get a free one. win *every* race (i did it once, at trinity lakes one afternoon) and you reach the white house, with a bulbuous-nosed president lounging in a bubble bath with busty ladies.

 

but london was always my favorite. dad, try as he might, could neverever beat me.

 

now the campus center, rosie and i have discovered, has arcade games. i noticed them as we walked back from the o-show, and peering inside - i saw it.

 

she is new to it all, but we settled in and raced our hearts out. i overtook the last car just as we approached stonehenge, and victory - and a coveted *fastest time* were mine.

 

i plan to defend this title. that one was for you, dad.

Done