[Rich]

“just a little”????

…it was wet. It was REALLY wet. Those of you who braved the GICR, multiply that tenfold. This trip was 250 miles of rain so hard you could barely see the lines on the pavement. Add to that, slick roads…I mean scary slick. Now, throw in the Canadian following rule that states: “If you can see the license plate on the car in front of you, you’re not close enough” and you’ve got a real driving adventure. Did I mention it also rains on the inside of the windshield? Thank God it was warm out. I made it about 3 blocks from home with my Nikes and sweats on before I changed to sandals and shorts.

My car…it was so clean Thursday night. Now it’s got dirt stripes that make it look like it’s been through a muddy wind tunnel. I’m afraid to open the hood. The inside is going to take days to dry out. On Friday, you could have surfed the wave action in my foot wells whenever we turned, accelerated, or slowed. It was about 2” deep. I’m drilling drain holes tonight. Luckily, the car ran great and the only casualty was the front meatball. That wussie thing didn’t even make it out of Everett before it bailed.

Other than the ride up, it was a very pleasant weekend that consisted mostly of laughing, eating, drinking, shopping, and naps. It was good to see the Canadian Cobra folks…even if they didn’t drive Cobras. I tried to talk Bish into mountain biking down Whistler, but he kept reminding me how old he was…it’s easy to forget because he acts like a kid.

Ahh…and then there's the curse. The first time it was a funny cruel joke, the second time was not quite as humorous, and it’s gotten less funny with each successive wet event. No one consciously blames Bish, but c’mon, are we all suffering because of some bad Karma he’s built up? I mean, it hasn’t rained in months (in SEATTLE for God’s sake!)…we take off for Canada, with Bish, and it rains.

While you couldn’t call last Friday’s drive fun, we did laugh a lot. You had to…