This afternoon my destination was Kevin’s house, where we were to watch a video of the Monaco Gran Prix (ran yesterday, so we avoided spoilers) and to discuss All Things Porsche and other weighty matters. But before I got there, I walked — accompanied by Kim and Charlie for much of the way — through alleys and side streets for a dozen or more blocks and stumbled upon not one, not two, but four freaking VW campers, and met a guy named Shane who owned two of them.
Got to Kevin’s house just as he was returning from a ride to Anthony Lakes with his BMW R1200 bike. CJ pulled in with his 944, and we spent some time in the carport inspecting Kevin’s 951 Turbo plus his brand-new (2007) Volvo XC-70 that he had just found and brought back from Montana two days earlier. Finally, we hooked up the race video to the TV and did it, sans beer and junk food, just talk. Both CJ and Kevin follow Formula 1 racing closely, so I learned quite a bit — just like when I used to listen to Jamesa when I was with EONI.
