I've already got 111 miles on the odometer--the first 50 or so by Davey. She's got bugs on the windshield and all over the front. She's a dirty little thing already.
As always--going to Kirkham Motorsports is like going home. Momma Mary came over and got a hug. Tom Sr. was tracking down a broken water main and was not happy--so I just flat stayed out of his way. Tom was on his way back from Poland. Steve was having fun quizzing me on Armenian history {Steve--Armenia became the first Christian nation when our King was baptized in the early 300s}, and Jeff is still exploring Iraq (funny stories, but classified
). David was just having fun as he always does.
Over lunch--BBQ steaks, shrimp and crab legs--good conversation with the guys who do the work--hard working and friendly. Asked them where they took their missionary assignments, and realized they had been all over the world. They love what they do as much as the Kirkhams.
When you go to Provo--the car is free. The time you spend with the First Family of Cobras is worth every cent.
