Nothing compares.

Last weekend was by far one of the best trips yet. Thanks to the Harper boys for being without a doubt the classiest fellas around. And thank you for insisting I take the Schiada's for a spin. Marty's 20 rides like a Caddy. A blown, fuel injected Caddy that I got up to 90 mph. Steve's 71 flatty not only scared the shit out of me, it gave me an idea of what mine is going to feel like. There isn't anything that compares. It really lit a fire under my ass to get my 68 on the water. I can't wait.

Steve took us out, did a pass, and I jumped behind the wheel up by Echo. Fun!