I had quite the 63rd birthday yesterday. �I woke up (always terrific and encouraging on a birthday, especially something like the Triple 21) still tingling from Wednesday's Second Westy coup. �Early to work I was putting finishing touches on a letter to a local fellow, original owner of an '86 hardtop Syncro that has been sitting in front of his place for a couple years. �The letter had been to tell him that I was looking for a project but I edited it to reflect that recent developments had caused me to put that on hold, and would he please keep me in mind if/when he decided to sell. �I swear, not 30 minutes later a new thread pops up the Samba that turned me upside down and threw in a couple of spins before spitting me out with a whole new appreciation of irony.

You can find the thread for yourself pretty easily and I promise it is worth looking for. �If demand is sufficient I can deliver some backstory.

Stephen