You are truely my hero Glen. If on my last day on Earth I could recite all the cool things I have done, it would probably take a hour or so.
With you, the funeral would have to be delayed for at least a week just to hear the stuff you did that was LEGAL.
And I am not even going to metion the motorcycles that "fell out the door" of the helicopter over Hawaii during a photo shoot, or any other hyjinx you happened to be present at ( by sheer coincedence, no doubt).
I might add, that I first met the esteemed Doctor for the first time in the parking lot of Smith's in West Wendover.
That would have been the day before the 50th Speedweek, when after no sleep for two days culminating in a fourteen hour non stop drive, I pulled into Smith's, got out and smelled gas. I looked under the truck and the stock GM plastic three way fuel valve had split and gas was dripping onto the exhaust pipe. How it didn't ignite is beyond me.
So there I was, laying in the drip oil, dried puke, and spilled soft drinks under my truck in the Smith's parking lot when a voice came from nowhere and said "you know you are supposed to take care of that kind of sh*t at home before you leave".
That folk's was not only my first meeting with Freud, but as close as I have been to killing a stranger.
Any one who has yet to meet him should do so post haste, as someday soon (?) he is due to be pickled so as to become a permanent display (along with Geisler) in the new Wendover Museum.
p.s. the mayor and his ex wife will not be on display. Bob