There was what I will loosely call a "car show" this past Saturday which I attended with 3 of the kids:
My cars represented a significant fraction of the cars in attendance, and the "organizers" of the event had 50 trophies to give out. So, if I'd decided to remain until the end of the "show," slowly roasting on tarmac in 96 degree heat, I would have more ornamental crap cluttering up the house.
Anyhoo, of late I've been checking in on you guys once a week or so. I'm not on the 'puter so much any more, as I quit my job on Long Island and moved back upstate about 6 weeks ago. So when the weather's nice, I'm on the lake or on the Aprilia, or hitching a ride w/ a buddy who's a Lear pilot to wherever he's going that day. Visited Bell and his lovely girl near Warren, PA and "we" put in the Narva lightbulbs and uprated wiring/sockets. Suffice to say, even the 930 cannot out-drive these light cannons.
Though the former employer has asked me to do per diem work for them (at a healthy hourly rate), I'll have to get a real job again sometime in the near future, at which point I'll likely be behind a desk and able to more frequently throw my $.02 into this "addapennytakeapenny" venue.
But before I get back into an office somewhere, I'm leaving tomorrow to drive to Arizona to deliver my cousin's car to her -- Fort Goddamnitshot or something, near Nogales.
En route, I'm stopping in Loretto, KY. Home of the finest bourbon in the world. And I'm meeting Mr. Bill Samuels, Jr., President of Maker's Mark, who has offered to take me to lunch. Hmmm.... wonder if Maker's Mark needs a General Counsel/Taste Tester...
I haven't attempted to find Pelicans along the route to meet up with,
not because I don't want to meet folk, but b/c I'm travelling with my uncle so (1) therefore the route will change on an hourly basis and (2) we're on his timetable, so it's unlikely I'd be able to commit to a specific time/place.... much less add in detours and dinners and stuff. I got to pick my one Waypoint ... and I made the most of it ... the rest is at his whim.
And here's a gratuitous shot of Ron Madaio (and Brian Bell) at Hershey earlier this year, just for fun. Well, it amuses the Hell out of me, anyway:
Check y'all later.
JP