Okay, things are looking good for World of Speed.
This is going to be a seek-and-destroy mission.
Most of you know that the Midget and the tow car are sitting in Dick Cheney’s former undisclosed location, aka the Rodge Mahal. I’m catching a flight to Denver on Friday, Nick’s picking me up at the airport at 7:00 AM. Yeah, I booked a flight out of Madison, Wisconsin that leaves at 5:45, and gets me into Denver at sunrise, leaving a whole day to get to Salina, and then Wendover.
The biggest regret about the rain-out was that we were putting Dr. Goggles behind the wheel. I intended to just take care of the technical aspects and observe, and give a good friend an opportunity to hold records on two continents. Of course, there was the ulterior motive of putting him in a Pommy car, taking pictures of him, and mocking him in front of his buddies in Oz, but sometimes plans just don’t work out as they should.
The best news is that Fordboy’s going to meet us at WOS. Between Nick’s expertise at logistics, Fordboy’s understanding of race cars, and a straight, dry course, this will clearly be the best, last opportunity for the Midget with the A-motor.
Kate’s going to be in absentia – she simply can’t get away from work again this summer – she’ll be missed, but I go with her blessing.
I got a call from Bud McManus earlier today, and he informs me that the meet is a go, and the courses are drying out nicely.
This will be my last time running the Midget on the salt until 2016, when the K-motor should be ready.
So like a game of Texas Hold ‘em, I’m all in.
And I don’t want to see a “river” card . . .