What I remember is my daughter and son-in-law flying in to surprise me on my birthday. And we went to Outback Steak House for supper, where my son-in-law ate a 21 oz sirloin. Then we went back to the motel, started drinikn' and singin' and here comes my son-in-law with a bag full of goodies from Taco Bell. As if any of us could have eaten any more.
That was the year my truck took second place in its class - beaten out by another Stovebolter with a gorgeous bus...
Good times...
