BEFORE I even got to drive my own car, this crazy dude named Little Davey Kirkham jumps in the driver's seat, tells me to get in, and then he proceeds to drive me up his own little private raceway--up the canyon, and up a few thousand feet to the top of Squaw's Peak--no guardrails, etc., and he's hanging it out on every corner.
Then he lets me drive it the last mile or so back to the shop.
I have no problem with folks I KNOW driving it. Tom Kirkham only had a short time with it at the Fling...he'll do more when I take it back to the nest to make sure of the settings. Buckley can drive anything I own...he's that good. Turk can drive anything I own...he's that slow.
