Wow, this is actually quite difficult to put a finger on. I'd have to say during the summer when we were 16, we hung out almost everyday/night, went to national trails every wednesday to watch the racing, cruising up and down bethal/sawmill to race people, Steak n' Shake at 3am just to get a milk shake, El Camino back firing through the carb almost taking Joe's eyebrows off, watching the races off Charter, picking up Jesse's nova II @ Bad Boy's and almost running out of gas............... I think the list would pile up. We kinda lost track after I went to Ft.Hood, but still kept in touch over the years. He was deffinately a great friend to have, I was blessed to have called him a friend.