Most probably aren't as lucky as myself to consider your neighbor as one of your best friends. My boy, Jimmy, next door and I are tight. Jimmy's best bud, Brian, died back in January from complications; he was an esophageal cancer "survivor". The memorial service scheduled for March got interrupted by C19, so the make up date is this Saturday. Brian was a member of a large motorcycle club; Jimmy and his son are riding their bikes, and my plan was to drive the Olds. I had been waiting on the Italian reverse gear for a few months, and there's still no ship date. I grabbed my ankles and told them to send the Ding How BS; it's only reverse. Low and behold, I got a delivery notice that it will be here tomorrow. Tomorrow night is thrash night. Brian, I'll haul the cooler, and you get a full on burnout to boot if ya help me get it together. Let us pray to the gods of horsepower and speed.... 🙏
