Hell, I was so impressed, I damn near went over and kicked Ron's fender in just so we could have a replay.
Sandwich and Joe are muy goodo guys...always been that way, either on the road or in Provo. I talked to Tom on the phone (some POS CSX owner was using our friendship to try to get a deal on some real Kirkham parts.
) and let him know what good ambassadors the gents were.
At the track, my kill switch was coming loose (batteries behind the seat) and as I fiddled with it, the damn nut dropped behind the batteries and jammed under the tray...a no man's land for my gorilla hands, and my run group was coming up quick. I jokingly yelled out for someone to find them Kirkham guys, and within a couple of minutes Sandwich wormed his way into the car and moved my fat ass out of there and got-er-done. I think it added 15-20 horsepower!
Later, I was screwing around with the emergency brake button atop the lever, and it launched like an Atlas rocket. Driving over Mt. Rose and stopping for pics meant I became the worlds biggest emergency brake by standing behind my car every time we stopped. Sandwich jumped in again and fixed it at the Squaw Valley while we set up for the shoot (I had no clue how that sucker went together).
It earned him a Gashole hat...the highest acheivement (akin to an Eagle Scout badge). I'll be ordering one for Joe in the next batch.
Well done, Gentlemen...well done indeed.
