And it's me checking in on CA too...
Wow what a blast we had this weekend. Went out on friday morning with my pal Andy who was able to arrange stand-by tix as he's a pilot. Got to Orlando and upgraded the Taurus for a Corvette Convertible and we eventually reached Sebring at 9pm on friday night. I was overwhelmed by all the CA folk slapping me on the back, and it was a genuine pleasure to see faces I'd not seen for two years. Also need to say a monumental thank you from both of us for the warmth and hospitality of the Turn 10 band of brothers. I though Mr R Prewett was gonna squeeze the life out of me, such was the hug he gave me. Anyway thanks guys and gals!
Nice also to renew my acquaintance with Mr M Harper, who I am delighted to report is fatter and jollier than ever. We spent some time with him and Seth and can confirm he's nothing but a drunkard. Anyway, he tried to trick us into what he described as "running from the law" in the Vette. He told us it was all the rage in Florida to bate the police and charge off headed for the Carolina border where apparently you are immune from prosecution; a sort of reworking of Thelma and Louise but with a CA twist. Seeing as we didn't have our head scarves with us, we gave that one a miss but took Matt's other advice and found some quieter backroad for a full-on Vette hoon. Ended up on Cocoa Beach for some agreeable surf and turf in the sunshine then we visited the carpark of the Kennedy Space Centre. Deciding that the hour we had spare didn't justify the $38 enrty, we went for another hoon and forunately came across an airshow at a nearby USAF base. We saw various dispalys, the highlight being an Invader and a Liberator displaying together.
Back at the airport we met up with JPC, Bob U, Rick and Doris and I'm delighted to say Andy was able to pull rank and get us checked in immediately without the ghastly hour of queuing the other four had to endure. He also secured us a Premium upgrade. The flight was 99% full so the journey was pretty terrible up the front. What it must have been like for the miserable wretches and peasants down the back in cattle class one can only surmise.
Anyway I've dragged my freshly-bathed corpse into the office and writing this has made me wish I was back there on Turn 10 with some of the finest folk it's possible to meet.