It is in those moments between the long spells of paranoia when I forget for
a minute ... then I speed scan everything in case it's about to blow.

It was when we crested Sherman's Pass or grade or whatever it is (10 miles
at 2600/25 MPH in 2nd without any heating or other issues). It is sitting
here by my campfire having a beer watching my kids play; I sat here for a
few just staring at the thing, thinking of all the work I put into it so we
could do things like this.
It won't be when we pack up to go home again, but I'll tell the damn thing
"good job" when it gets us there.
I know I did the best I could on it, and it ran beautifully the whole way,
but I just can't quite trust it yet. Hopefully the day will come where I can
just jump in and go without worrying about it anymore.

Cya,
Robert