As long as everyone understands, and to be clear, and as I stated in the "I've been outed" thread, I snapped over 150 pictures at V@V, including EVERYONE'S car, playing no favorites, snapping even the post-83 rides in the parking lot. I did so for personal use, since I just plain dig cars, and also dig people having a good time (and geez, I just bought the camera -- I simply love new toys). I had no intention of taking pictures for use in a magazine article. I gave the disk to Scott, for the V@V web site. The rest was out of my control.
I also recall that the author asked me for my opinion of the current makeup of club membership, in general. But it was a sunny day, and Patti kept handing me glasses of wine, and the speech started to slur, and "then that lowdown Suthern' whiskey, yeah, began to fog my mind" (okay, it was wine, not whiskey -- but I love that song). And what I recall of my answer, was not printable or useable (you probably can get a general flavor of what I said, from the "Dear NCC Chapter" thread elsewhere here -- except I wrote that one last night while sober).
Anyway, whatever the case, I'd like to switch gears and move on to another rather unhearalded aspect of V@V, which I think has gone with far too little recognition. That aspect is, the wine. As I sit here writing to you, my friends, Patti stands before me and -- what's that in her right hand? Why, a corkscrew. And what of her left hand, you ask? A bottle of the Yadkin Valley's finest, perfectly chilled -- Westbend Vineyards Chardonnay, Barrel Fermented, 2003. We are about to pop it open, and pour ourselves a glass or two (or three) in our genuine souvenier Westbend wine glasses. And we don't plan on stopping the pour, until the bottle is a dead soldier. So with that, I leave to others the raging debate regarding the relative merits of the V@V article. Me, I'm just happy to have shown my ass in a National publication -- after all, it's my better side. So to that, Roundel, I raise a glass and say "cheers" -- a toast to my ass picture (which Patti snapped by the way), with a glass of Westbend. After all, it's some mighty fine stuff (and I have an entire trailer full of it).