11:54am, Thursday January 30, 2003.  Arrive Jacksonville Airport.

We find Doug Nickel waiting with his Shiney new Mustang.  The roof is down and we are ready to cruise.
 

Life does not get any better.  74 degrees, cruisin' with the top down, life is good.

"Guys, can you put the top up, The wind is getting in my eyes"
 

Doug Answers.  "How about we put the windows up?"  (So he put the rear quarter windows up)

Mr. Shaw:   "Well then F*** you".

Nothing like harmony.

I say: "Well then there's no pleeeeeezing you!".  man we gotta get some beer in him.
 

After checking into the hotel an then the track, we again leave for out deluxe digs.....
Dougie is adversely effected by the Mustang's 4.5 cylinder's massive acceleration

Goldmember shouts: "Call me Ishmael." (low voice) "Kingpin, Randy Quaide!"

java da hut.  Very attractive.

I'm sorry,  I don't know you.  Please go away.  Sadly for John, he did know us, and there was very little he could do about it.  His destiny was cast in stone.
 

So we took a little nap before out nocturnal excursions.  Here's the pro runner, Max Headroom.  His finger just does that.

Pre-Nurple Nurple.  Aaah...those were the carefree days, before the disfigurement, where he could sunbathe nude without fear or reprisal.  Well, maybe not.

One potato Two Potato.  We did insist that Mr. Shaw change his "Sonic Hedgehog" T-shirt before joining us at the Shark.

It's amazing what John "Neon" Walton can sleep through.  Easy solution, put his foot in a bucket of water, then just drop in a toaster.  Yup, that woke him up!  Yup, he was ready to go out.  We did talk him into getting dressed first though.

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