Got it - a multi-venue outdoor wine and beer buffet with nibbly bits - civilized indeed!
By the way, we're looking for a patron saint to whom we can attribute the miracles of the continued existence of this silly little motor I'm building.
Right now, we've got two candidates -
St. Edmund, who happens to be the patron saint of Abingdon on Thames. The guy was beaten and shot with arrows, and eventually beheaded. Personally I can relate to this one. Some days, I feel beaten up by this project, I've suffered the slings and arrows of misfortune, and there are times when I feel as though I'm going to lose my head.
The other is going to require assistance from the Vatican. I'm proposing putting my good friend "Dumb Luck" up for beatification and canonization. The faithful will then change his name to "Saint Mowog".
In an e-mail correspondence between Fordboy and myself, my arguement went like this -
Saint Mowog was present when I didn't blow up the Midget at Maxton, and when I didn't blow up the Midget last November on the dyno, and when we didn't hydro lock cylinders 1 and 2 on the dyno last month.
Clearly documentable miracles, all!
Saint Mowog would be the patron saint of near misses.
"Arise, Dumb Luck, for you have proven yourself worthy (if unreliable at times) to be venerated and ascribed a name that is well known in garages and recycling facilities the world over. Henceforth, you will go forth into the world (not wandering too far off of the beaten path, mind you) and also be well known to skate boarders, jay walkers, extreme sports aficionados, moto cross racers, along with your diminishing flock of British automobile owners, as Saint Mowog ."