After reading Freiburger's comments about knowing who your true friends are after leaving Hot Rod, it got me thinking about my SEMA experience. When the PHR project car ('76 Camaro, code name g/28) overheated after leaving the convention center on Friday, I thought I was in trouble. No tools, the wrong clothes, and a 260 mile drive through the desert ahead of me, I thought I'd be pulling the triple A card out of the wallet for sure, but in times like these you know who your true friends are.
Steve Dulcich: He got my call when he was 50 miles out of Vegas. He didn't even think twice about turning around and heading back to Vegas for my sorry butt. Also gotta give props to Bryce Mulvey, who was riding with Dulch and helped big time too.
My brother Dave: I never thought in a million years that the first time I invited my brother to a SEMA show that we'd be hiking (three miles!) to a parts store just off Las Vegas Blvd on a Friday night. His backpack was stuffed full of tools and parts. Not your typical Vegas vacation.
Robert McGaffin: The sight of Robert hoofing through the Flamingo casino floor with a garbage can full of water is as noble as it is hilarious. You couldn't pay someone to do that for any amount of money.
Kenny Wayne Shepherd: My wingman for the entire drive back to LA. I stand the guy up by not showing at his concert at the Hard Rock (thanks for the tix anyway bro!), yet he still made sure I got home safe.
Andy Mitchell: He wasn't there, but if he was, he would've taken a bullet for me.
Steve Dulcich: He got my call when he was 50 miles out of Vegas. He didn't even think twice about turning around and heading back to Vegas for my sorry butt. Also gotta give props to Bryce Mulvey, who was riding with Dulch and helped big time too.
My brother Dave: I never thought in a million years that the first time I invited my brother to a SEMA show that we'd be hiking (three miles!) to a parts store just off Las Vegas Blvd on a Friday night. His backpack was stuffed full of tools and parts. Not your typical Vegas vacation.
Robert McGaffin: The sight of Robert hoofing through the Flamingo casino floor with a garbage can full of water is as noble as it is hilarious. You couldn't pay someone to do that for any amount of money.
Kenny Wayne Shepherd: My wingman for the entire drive back to LA. I stand the guy up by not showing at his concert at the Hard Rock (thanks for the tix anyway bro!), yet he still made sure I got home safe.
Andy Mitchell: He wasn't there, but if he was, he would've taken a bullet for me.
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