I got-up at 6:30 and called my friend Jack and said this morning would be a good time to move your truck. It's parked next to my shop and Woods rented the space to some guys that mold fiberglass, evidently, based on all the crap they dropped in front of my container/workshop (gee, ya go away a week and how quickly they forget).

They built a lean-to roof that extends from the top of Daves house trailer to my shop's roof. So when it rains, it's gonna pour.

Woods is out of money to fund his expensive racing team, he even sold his '06 Corvette.

He's renting space to anyone that wants it. He sold the gym equipment and rented the garage to race-car storage.

Anyway, Labor Day my ass. I've been editing ever since I got back from Jack's. I worked late last night. Orgonite sales suck.

I love life! You know, anyway! Yay!

What else...I could talk more about my trip.

Don and Carol have a couple of Hobie kayaks (Kayaks is misleading) that are really one-person, triple-hulled sailboats with foot operated paddles. and a removable dagger-board.

The paddles on Don's (he has the high-zoot bigger, stronger paddles on his) are fast as heck! You don't have to paddle that hard to get a lot of forward speed. I found I could paddle-up some speed, making it easier to cath the breeze, then, you know, sail!

I also ran around in Don's little inflatable dingy. It's a tiny Zodiak, 1.8 HP motor, I think. I inadvertantly hogged the fuel so Don's kids didn't get to use it much, but I paddled-out in one of the Hobies and helped them get in, so I'm not a total pig. :O)

Sailing is wonderful. Kinda like surfing without getting wet. I love it. I grew-up on my Dad's boats, owned my own when I was 16. And a Triumph sports car. Spoiled rotten.

I didn't find-out how truly mean life can be til I spent thirty-some years as a wage-slave and got married three times. Serious self-abuse.

Now I'm this single, free, well-traveled, wish I knew-it-all stone and gem admirer making a living selling Cloudbusters and related wares, wondering when SHE will come along. Why give-up?

Next subject: the bullshit election is more entertaining than "Married With Children"

I think they have the same producers.

Anyway, I shot Speedway at Victorville Wheel 2 Wheel Raceway Saturday night. The girl I sponsor, Krystal Cramer, won her class. It was fun and I'm making a DVD of the entire event.

It's practice for the Don and Carol Croft video; I'm using this shoot's edit as a learning experience, so I don't have to learn on the Croft video. I want to know what I'm doing right-away with the Croft show.

My back still feels great thanks to Stevo. If I didn't have two videos to edit and nine orders to fill, I'd ride my dirtbike. That reminds me, I have to get my speedwaybike back together by the twentieth so a dude from back in New York, Tuff McBride, can race it at Costa Mesa the 20th and 27th.

I have to strip the frame, send it to Bill Cody to straighten, then I have to reassemble it, putting my motor back in it which I'm getting back from Krystal. I made a donation to getting her old engine rebuilt. Kind of a win/win. I'm going to continue helping her. Next year I'll have some stickers on her racecar.

Someday she's gonna be getting Danica Patrick's rides.

I can see it now; CTBusters on the side of the car that won Indy. On ABC.

:O)

Ya know, if you see it you can have it. Just see it in your head and don't think of it in the future, see it now! Now's all we have and if you don't see it now, it ain't.

Please don't quote me, someone might think I never saw the inside of a school.

Manifestation is all about belief, integrity, stubborness, stick-to-it-ivness. If you believe it with all your heart it's yours.

99.9% of us have no idea how powerful we are. I'm still a .1%er, but starting to get it.

A week with the Crofts is like University, only the crap is left-out and you only get the good stuff.

I gave myself a B.

Cheers,

Andy