This spring, as the white sunlight reached our winter bodies and we fumbled for our sunglasses not to burst as trolls, when we were all starved as stray dogs, I wrote an email to two gear heads.
Already at this point, I need to underline that I'm not talking about nutrition. Nope. We all had our meals and deals. Instead I'm talking about social starvation and a big time party need.
The mail found its way though the digital world that we call ours and I was prepared to wait several minutes for a reply. No need. I got a go at once.
-Best email today!
But we needed to wait for open borders and a pandemic pause. We scheduled September and failed. We had a look optimistic look at October and had to re-plan. Notoriously depressing November arrived and we all said YES!
It was party time! Because we all needed to connect! Big Time!
We invited Kjelle Power. So Kjelle, Henke and a NASCAR engine arrived. It was not a shy arrival. Instead it was a party trigger.