No way, this NOT going to be one of those almost perfect days that comes along every once in a great while. Woke up around seven AM to mid sixty degree temperatures, with the sun burning off a light fog. Ms. Boop arose before me this morning, so as I make my way into the kitchen, the coffee has just finished brewing. Halfway through my first cup, while getting caught up with last night's E-Mail, the phone rings. It's my old friend ' Treetop Al' on the line.
Raceway Park is just a mere one hundred and fifty miles from here - as the crow flies.
And that's the route we'll be taking. Lemoyne Diner for breakfast. Returning to the parking lot after breakfast, we fielded questions from the small crowd that had formed to admire the white, chrome, and stainless steel beauty. Hanger Number Seven - Capitol City Airport. I've been looking forward to this particular moment for a few weeks.