Like Yogi Berra, I believe it's DejaVu all
over again. I'm a believer in serendepity. In 1970 my Jag-u-are was stolen
and I bought my Aunts Sil's 1963 Corvette. Serendepity. After
Sebring March 2007 I run into the #3 C6R Crew
at Outback, and briefly meet the #3 Crew Chief. Serendepity.
Thursday evening at Lime Rock I recognize that #3
Crew Chief, Dan Binks and he smiles and says "Hi,
how are you?" I reply "Fine and you?" He acknowledges,
and I said "You remember me????" And he says "Sure",
and then invites me and Deb into their tent garages. He knows I'm a rabid
fan. And by now I'm shooting jpegs as fast as my Sony will allow. I mentions
the photos and offer him copies. He says he will get me an address and I
happily wander about the Corvette "restricted" race
garage grinning like a Chesire cat. I'm on hallowed ground. And everyone
is grinning and smiling at me like it's a Corvette Dream.
A few minutes later a woman in the Corvette
Team apparel asks me about the photos and I'm gushing that anyone is interested.
She introduced herself but I was so intoxicated just being in "theeee
C6R Corvette" tent that I did not really comprehend what she
was saying. She excuses herself and returns with a business card, grabs
the pen in my shirt pocket and writes her name on the card and says - send
it to my attention. Then it dawns on me Serendepity has again struck me
right between the eyes. We had way too much fun. We chatted
again on Friday and I was again so excited my wife had to do all the talking.
I couldn't talk; all I could do was grin and giggle like a kid.
I got more great Corvette stills and video
and just looked at it once since we got back. Sunday we went to the annual
CtCvetClub meet at Moroso event. I'm pooped. Very sunburned. |
