Martin Swigisms:

        "The yellow center line on a twisty road is merely a reference point"        

"Loud pipes save lives"

"Peace & Prosperity with Drum Brakes"

"When approaching a blind corner, check which way the power poles go, the road will follow...
most of the time."

From Ed Pasini, Las Vegas, NV, a Mille vet:

THE BALLAD OF OL’ MARTIN
(TO THE TUNE OF  “DON’T FENCE ME IN”)
APOLOGIES TO COLE PORTER

                               
MARTIN SWIG LOOKIN’ MIGHTLY PALE
WAS STANDIN’ BY THE OLD ROADSIDE

WHEN THAT CHP’IE SAID I’M SENDIN’ YOU TO JAIL
MARTIN RAISED HIS HEAD AND CRIED

OH GIVE ME ROADS WINDIN’ ROADS
UNDER CLEAR OR CLOUDY SKIES
DON’T FENCE ME IN

LET ME DRIVE MY OLD CAR
WITH THE ENGINE SCREAMIN’ WILD
DON’T FENCE ME IN

LET ME DRIVE DOWN THE COAST
WHERE THE AIR IS CHILLY
IN MY OWN EVENT THE CALIFORNIA MILLE
SENDIN’ ME TO JAIL WHY THAT’S JUST PLAIN SILLY
DON’T FENCE ME IN

I WANT TO DRIVE MY OLD CHRYSLER
TO HEAR THE EXHAUST NOTES  SCREAMIN  LOUD
I WANT TO BLOW OFF THE PORSCHES
AND MAKE THE DETROIT GUYS FEEL PROUD

I WANT TO FOLLOW THE LINE OF THE RED FERRARI
IN MY OWN MIND I’M JUST LIKE NUVALARI
SEND ME OFF TO BRESCIA
AND YOU WONT BE SORRY
DON’T FENCE ME IN

Marshall Roath, Palm Springs, Ca

That is my Martin story for the day.

I'm sure everyone has their Martin stories so here is one of my favorites. We (Martin and I) went over to Nevada in the early '80s to layout a 500 mile course which we would drive in 5 hours including gas stops. We went in a brand new Toyota Celica coupe. It was shinny black and fresh off the showroom floor in short a demo. We spent the night in Sparks got up bright and early and started our loop in Fallon. We went west on Hwy 50 to just after Austin, we turned right on a very long straight road to Tonopah. We were ripping along this road flat out when we saw a side road sign to Manhattan. Well, we couldn't miss seeing downtown Manhattan so we turned down the road. When we got to the town center we found a trailer with a women in fuzzy slippers, a house coat and hair in rollers standing in the door. Quite a picture. The other building was a bar with dirt floors and a tree holding up the roof. There were a couple of locals out front waiting for the bar to open. As we got out of the car one of them looked at the Celica and turned to Martin and said "Don't get yer car dusty, sonny." That started them laughing like they had just put one over on those "City Slickers"

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