...and I feel great. So many have seemed concerned about my physical and mental well being but I can assure you I’ve settled in comfortably to the Sabelt seats and there’s nothing you can do about the madness.
More story down the road, but I wanted to give an update. The ACR pounds pavement, then pounds pavement’s mother and leaves change on the dresser on its way out. It’s half fighter jet half freight train half Le Mans racer. It leaves passerby in a state of awe, joy, and sometimes jealousy. It is an extension of my reaction, with zero delay when it’s timetomove. It might as well be in my brain. It is in my brain.
Kenny with a killer shot: