It was one of those opportunities you won't want to pass up. A car, a bunch of friends from back home and a day off. And as always a brilliant idea: Let's go to Santa Rosa and visit Vern Tardel.


We just knew we had to do it. I wanted to because I knew what to expect. The other guys wanted to because they couldn't imagine what to expect. And by the end of the day, we had spent three hours in flathead heaven. And fourteen hours on the road.