[DeTomaso] Fun Rally Chronicles, Day 8
Boyd Casey
boyd411 at gmail.com
Sat May 31 16:54:17 EDT 2014
Dear Christopher,
I have really enjoyed reading your Chronicles of the San Diego Fun Rally!
Your writing style is effective at making one feel they are experiencing
the fun right along with you ( without all the calories!). You manage to
combine reports of the mundane along with the unique and more interesting
aspects of the trip without ever losing your sense of humor. I wish I could
see the pictures! In spite of your ability to paint us a picture using much
less then the reported verbal value of one thousand words per (I commend
your economy) I would like to see if your photography matches your verbal
artistry but unfortunately I don't have you as a Face Book friend and was
unable to find your page. Could you direct me to your page or better yet
send me a friend request to Hugh Boyd Casey. Having been a list member
since 2008 or so I share your desire to put faces to the names I hear so
often. Following your exploits and adventures has been a real pleasure.
Sincerely,
Boyd
On Sat, May 31, 2014 at 3:48 AM, Christopher Kimball <chrisvkimball at msn.com>
wrote:
> Day Eight, March 30^th: A Great Day in Panteraland
>
>
> Toby Keith recorded a song called I Love This Bar. Even though I dont
> drink, I can completely relate to his sentiments on a slightly
> different level. I love this room service. Im just now sitting down
> to write about todays activities, and because the day was so jam-packed
> with action, it turns out I skipped lunch and a proper dinner. I knew
> I needed something to eat besides the M&Ms and pretzels Id enjoyed
> while in the hospitality suite, so in an act of purest optimism I
> called the operator and asked if I could get a milkshake at 11:00 at
> night.
>
>
> Not only was the answer yes, but it could even be delivered to my
> room! Best of all, it will only cost me $10.00.
>
>
> Now, I know what youre thinking, Thats a lot for a milkshake. That may
> be true, but its all about priorities. Some people would say its crazy
> for anyone to spend his or her entire life-savings on a Pantera, but I
> would hazard a guess everyone reading this would find that a totally
> sane thing to do
>
>
> Ah, whats this? A knock on my door. It is, in fact, said milkshake
> being delivered. Although a bit small, it looks delicious. The silly
> room service guy forgot to bring a straw (!) but for the generous tip I
> gave him, he agreed to go fetch one for me. By the time I finish this
> paragraph he will have returned and Ill be happily sipping.
>
>
> A delicious milkshake is a great ending to a great day. This morning I
> got up at about 5:30 AM for the only thing on the planet that would
> cause me to do such a foolhardy thing. Today was the day Vicki and
> Donny left for home. They took an early flight so Don could get back
> to University Place in time to attend a friends graduation. I wanted
> to be awake when they left so I could give them a hug and a kiss
> goodbye (Vicki got both; Don simply got a hug). Once they were safely
> on their way, I went back to bed.
>
>
> I didn't sleep for long8:00 arrived all too soon. Due to intense
> pressure from my loyal readers, I have been forced to make a change in
> my persona. It concerns my weak attempt at growing a beard. It was
> actually only one person who complained. I wont mention her name,
> other than to say her email address includes the words fast and
> grandma. She wrote she wanted the old Chris back. I took that to mean
> she wanted me to look less homeless, so for the first time this
> vacation, I took out the shaving cream and destroyed 2 weeks-worth of
> follicular exercise. If it weren't for the grey hairs, wrinkles, and
> pot-belly, Id look 15 again.
>
>
> After becoming fully awake, I went to the buffet breakfast.
> Unfortunately, because it took so long to shave off my huge, manly
> beard, I only had time left to eat a bowl of Frosted Mini Wheats. Its
> just as wellI was still so stuffed from yesterday I really didn't need
> breakfast at all.
>
>
> I ran into Bob and Dena Lewis in the elevator, and we were all amazed
> that we arrived at the right floor in less than 25 minutes. The
> elevator in this place seems to have a mind of its own. I think it
> might qualify to be one of the exhibits in the Haunted Tour I saw
> advertised.
>
>
> During breakfast I sat at a table full of friendly POCA members,
> including fellow north-westerners Denny and Maggie Finn. It was fun
> talking with them, but I soon had to leave to get to the parking garage
> in time for the drivers meeting prior to the Midway tour. I was
> looking forward to the tour, since I have always had an interest in the
> rides and side-shows of county fairs.
>
>
> Im kidding, of course. The Midway we were about to see is a rather
> gargantuan aircraft carrier that, in a prime example of our Governments
> penchant for good timing, was commissioned into service exactly one
> week before the end of World-War Two. Missed it by that much
>
>
> Surprisingly, no one got lost on the way to the museum, and soon we
> were parked in the lot next to the giant ship. If you go to my
> Facebook, you might be able to see the pictures I took of our cars
> lined up. Those of you reading this on the forum will have to again
> use your imagination.
>
>
> I opted for the audio tour. I was issued headphones and a receiver.
> Note the use of the military-sounding word issued. Im getting you in
> the mood for Navy stuff. I took a considerable amount of pictures,
> including a shot of the small space allocated to provide sleeping
> quarters for a lot of personnel. Talk about sardines! This
> arrangement was for the enlisted menofficers were afforded much nicer
> accommodations.
>
>
> The control rooms were as complicated as you would expect on a ship
> that carried a crew of between 3,700 and 4,500 people.
>
>
> The ship had a compliment of airplanes on display on the flight deck,
> ranging from vintage, World-War Two examples to helicopters, to
> contemporary jets. Throughout the ship there were various mannequins
> in navy-ish poses. It was kind of creepy, actually, because as I
> followed the little yellow arrows from audio-station to audio-station,
> I was surrounded by other tourists who were real. Then, all of a
> sudden, Id come fact-to-face with a non-moving sailor. Sometimes the
> difference between the two became a bit blurred. For example, one of
> the displays depicted a soldier sleeping. The dummy used in that
> instance was expanding and contracting along with a snoring
> soundtrack. It sounded almost exactly as Vicki describes my snoring,
> and with the movement the thing seemed quite lifelike. On the other
> hand, some of the tourists I saw seemed to have the vacant stare of the
> mannequins
>
>
> The ship had a chapel, too, which I thought was a nice touch. Im
> surprised (and relieved) its still part of the tour, since it seems
> these days anything to do with religion is somehow offensive so someone
> somewhere.
>
>
> There was also a display of exquisite place settings
> one wouldn't expect to find in the military, but as I mentioned
> earlier, officers received much better accommodations than the typical
> sailor.
>
>
> I took a picture of the bridge with a jet in the foreground, and you
> can see how great the weather was. A breeze kept things in the perfect
> temperature range. I took several other pictures, including an
> intimidating view of a fighter jet, as well as from the flight deck a
> view of the Panteras in the parking lot.
>
>
> In the radar room I saw a readout which had indications of small
> objects scattered all about the screen in a seemingly random, haphazard
> pattern. It turned out it was an aerial view of the Pantera group that
> yesterday was trying to stay together for the mountain drive.
>
>
> I also took a couple of artistic shots; one of the backs of the
> Panteras in the parking lot, and another of my car with the bridge of
> the Midway in the background. The amazing thing is it costs about the
> same to operate the Midway as it does to keep Pandora running
>
>
> I've had the opportunity of sharing my POCA Fun Rally activities with
> Tom Shinrock, and he has been a valuable co-pilot. We drove back to
> the hotel (without getting lost) in time to have an hour or so before
> leaving for the Escondido Cruise-In later that afternoon.
>
>
> That was just enough time for me to enjoy a bowl of clam chowder and a
> vanilla Frappuccino at the snack bar before meeting Tom in the parking
> garage for the pre-cruise-in drivers meeting.
>
>
> The trip to Escondido was about a half-an-hour, which gave me a chance
> to see if my air conditioner still worked. To my relief, it worked
> great. As we drove to the cruse-in, we encountered the most confusing
> car-pool lane arrangement I've ever seen. The lanes divided with the
> familiar diamond pattern in the HOV lanes, but there were large signs
> indicating cars in those lanes would get charged 50 cents every so
> often, and there was also a picture of some sort of certificate. Im
> not sure if it meant if you had the certificate youre bank account
> would get billed automatically, if you didn't have the certificate youd
> get a bill in the mail, if you were a single-occupant car in the
> carpool lane with the certificate you could stay in the lane but youd
> have to pony-up the 50 cents, or if the certificate was something
> Californians could get to make them feel superior to us out-of-towners.
>
>
> I simply kept driving.
>
>
> When we reached the cruise in, we found an entire city block had been
> reserved for Panteras. Even then, I dont think the organizers were
> prepared for the sheer number of Panteras that arrived. Some of us had
> to wait a while before getting staged, primarily because a few shoppers
> had parked their daily-drivers in the areas which were supposed to be
> reserved for the classic and collector cars involved with the
> cruise-in.
>
>
> Im not sure how anyone could be so oblivious as to what is going on not
> to notice his or her car is in the wrong place. Hey Mildred, how come
> every car parked next to ours is 44 inches tall and has massive
> horsepower? Plus, they all look kinda eye-tal-ee-un. Do ya think
> there might be some kinda show goin on? I wondered what all them
> orange cones were doin in the middle of the street.
>
>
> Eventually, all the Kias and Priuses (should that be Prii?) skedaddled,
> and we were able to move into position. As the lucky few who have
> access to Facebook should see in the pictures, the Panteras were lined
> two-by-two down the middle of the street flanked by angle-parked
> Panteras.
>
>
> The rest of the show extended over quite a number of blocks, with
> classic and muscle cars parked along the streets. I took pictures of
> some of the vehicles but there were so many I was afraid if I tried to
> capture all of them my phone might run out of film.
>
>
> I walked the entire perimeter and side streets to examine each cool
> car, truck and motorcycle (it took almost an hour-and-a-half). There
> were some really nice cars on display and I was very impressed to learn
> they do this sort of thing quite often. I began to realize why people
> might actually want to pay the ridiculous taxes and cost of living to
> reside here (I saw a flyer for a 2100 square-foot home for sale for the
> low, low price of just 1.3 million dollars!)
>
>
> One eerie thing I encountered while at the show was an
> honest-to-goodness drone. I looked up to see a small, white
> contraption with four propellers hovering above our prized
> possessions. Just as I was about to begin pushing through the crowd
> screaming for everyone to run for their lives (and soylent green is
> people) I realized the thing wasn't sent by the NSA to spy on us.
> Rather, it was probably just taking pictures of our cars. Pretty
> innocuous, but also a bit dangerous because if the batteries ran out at
> the wrong time, one of our Panteras might have ended up with a
> drone-shaped dent in its top!
>
>
> After a great time with everyone involved, including a church group
> giving away free popcorn and sno-cones (which I personally enjoyedoh, I
> guess I did have dinner), we headed back to the hotel.
>
>
> I got to the parking garage, turned off the car, hit the headlights off
> button, and nothing happened. The lights went off all right, but the
> headlight buckets stayed up. I tried flipping the switch again and
> again, demonstrating the definition of insanity, until Tom suggested I
> look at the headlight motor assembly under the front trunk lid. I did,
> and tried wiggling the relay wires a bit (the first thing anyone should
> always do when trying to fix a problem is wiggle a few wires).
> Presto! The buckets began working again. Another problem solved using
> precise, Italian methods.
>
>
> I borrowed a pair of vise-grip pliers from the equipment trailer
> someone had enough foresight to bring to the event, and George lent me
> a tube of black silicone rubber. This allowed me to re-attach the
> brace I affixed to the lower portion of my front air dam. I guess on
> one of the altercations it had with the road between University Place
> and San Diego the brace had broken free from the air dam on one side.
> By tomorrow that problem should also be rectified.
>
>
> I spent a little time in the hospitality suite, and found out I can buy
> raffle tickets using a credit card. Vicki, if youre reading this,
> please stop reading at this point.
>
>
> I bought $50 worth of raffle tickets, and put all of them in the box in
> front of the new taillight lenses. Thats rightone itemshoot the
> works! I usually dont gamble, unless it has to do with potentially
> winning new Pantera parts, or driving a 42-year-old car 2900 miles
> across the Country.
>
>
> More fun on the way tomorrow!
>
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Dear Christopher,
I have really enjoyed reading your Chronicles of the San Diego Fun
Rally! Your writing style is effective at making one feel they are
experiencing the fun right along with you ( without all the calories!).
You A manage to combine reports of the mundane along with the unique
and more interesting aspects of the trip without ever losing your sense
of humor. I wish I could see the pictures! In spite of your ability to
paint us a picture using much less then the A reported verbal value of
one thousand words per (I commend your economy) I would like to see if
your photography matches your verbal artistry but unfortunately I don't
have you as a Face Book friend and was unable to find your page. Could
you direct me to your page or better yet send me a friend request to
Hugh Boyd Casey. Having been a list member since 2008 or so I share
your desire to put faces to the names I hear so often. Following your
exploits and adventures has been a real pleasure.
Sincerely,
Boyd
On Sat, May 31, 2014 at 3:48 AM, Christopher Kimball
<[1]chrisvkimball at msn.com> wrote:
A A Day Eight, March 30^th: A Great Day in Panteraland
A A Toby Keith recorded a song called I Love This Bar. A Even
though I dont
A A drink, I can completely relate to his sentiments on a slightly
A A different level. A I love this room service. A Im just now
sitting down
A A to write about todays activities, and because the day was so
jam-packed
A A with action, it turns out I skipped lunch and a proper dinner.
A I knew
A A I needed something to eat besides the M&Ms and pretzels Id
enjoyed
A A while in the hospitality suite, so in an act of purest optimism
I
A A called the operator and asked if I could get a milkshake at
11:00 at
A A night.
A A Not only was the answer yes, but it could even be delivered to
my
A A room! A Best of all, it will only cost me $10.00.
A A Now, I know what youre thinking, Thats a lot for a milkshake.
A That may
A A be true, but its all about priorities. A Some people would say
its crazy
A A for anyone to spend his or her entire life-savings on a
Pantera, but I
A A would hazard a guess everyone reading this would find that a
totally
A A sane thing to do
A A Ah, whats this? A A knock on my door. A It is, in fact, said
milkshake
A A being delivered. A Although a bit small, it looks delicious.
A The silly
A A room service guy forgot to bring a straw (!) but for the
generous tip I
A A gave him, he agreed to go fetch one for me. A By the time I
finish this
A A paragraph he will have returned and Ill be happily sipping.
A A A delicious milkshake is a great ending to a great day. A This
morning I
A A got up at about 5:30 AM for the only thing on the planet that
would
A A cause me to do such a foolhardy thing. A Today was the day
Vicki and
A A Donny left for home. A They took an early flight so Don could
get back
A A to University Place in time to attend a friends graduation. A I
wanted
A A to be awake when they left so I could give them a hug and a
kiss
A A goodbye (Vicki got both; Don simply got a hug). A Once they
were safely
A A on their way, I went back to bed.
A A I didn't sleep for long8:00 arrived all too soon. A Due to
intense
A A pressure from my loyal readers, I have been forced to make a
change in
A A my persona. A It concerns my weak attempt at growing a beard.
A It was
A A actually only one person who complained. A I wont mention her
name,
A A other than to say her email address includes the words fast and
A A grandma. A She wrote she wanted the old Chris back. A I took
that to mean
A A she wanted me to look less homeless, so for the first time this
A A vacation, I took out the shaving cream and destroyed 2
weeks-worth of
A A follicular exercise. A If it weren't for the grey hairs,
wrinkles, and
A A pot-belly, Id look 15 again.
A A After becoming fully awake, I went to the buffet breakfast.
A A Unfortunately, because it took so long to shave off my huge,
manly
A A beard, I only had time left to eat a bowl of Frosted Mini
Wheats. A Its
A A just as wellI was still so stuffed from yesterday I really
didn't need
A A breakfast at all.
A A I ran into Bob and Dena Lewis in the elevator, and we were all
amazed
A A that we arrived at the right floor in less than 25 minutes.
A The
A A elevator in this place seems to have a mind of its own. A I
think it
A A might qualify to be one of the exhibits in the Haunted Tour I
saw
A A advertised.
A A During breakfast I sat at a table full of friendly POCA
members,
A A including fellow north-westerners Denny and Maggie Finn. A It
was fun
A A talking with them, but I soon had to leave to get to the
parking garage
A A in time for the drivers meeting prior to the Midway tour. A I
was
A A looking forward to the tour, since I have always had an
interest in the
A A rides and side-shows of county fairs.
A A Im kidding, of course. A The Midway we were about to see is a
rather
A A gargantuan aircraft carrier that, in a prime example of our
Governments
A A penchant for good timing, was commissioned into service exactly
one
A A week before the end of World-War Two. A Missed it by that much
A A Surprisingly, no one got lost on the way to the museum, and
soon we
A A were parked in the lot next to the giant ship. A If you go to
my
A A Facebook, you might be able to see the pictures I took of our
cars
A A lined up. A Those of you reading this on the forum will have to
again
A A use your imagination.
A A I opted for the audio tour. A I was issued headphones and a
receiver.
A A Note the use of the military-sounding word issued. A Im getting
you in
A A the mood for Navy stuff. A I took a considerable amount of
pictures,
A A including a shot of the small space allocated to provide
sleeping
A A quarters for a lot of personnel. A Talk about sardines! A This
A A arrangement was for the enlisted menofficers were afforded much
nicer
A A accommodations.
A A The control rooms were as complicated as you would expect on a
ship
A A that carried a crew of between 3,700 and 4,500 people.
A A The ship had a compliment of airplanes on display on the flight
deck,
A A ranging from vintage, World-War Two examples to helicopters, to
A A contemporary jets. A Throughout the ship there were various
mannequins
A A in navy-ish poses. A It was kind of creepy, actually, because
as I
A A followed the little yellow arrows from audio-station to
audio-station,
A A I was surrounded by other tourists who were real. A Then, all
of a
A A sudden, Id come fact-to-face with a non-moving sailor.
A Sometimes the
A A difference between the two became a bit blurred. A For example,
one of
A A the displays depicted a soldier sleeping. A The dummy used in
that
A A instance was expanding and contracting along with a snoring
A A soundtrack. A It sounded almost exactly as Vicki describes my
snoring,
A A and with the movement the thing seemed quite lifelike. A On the
other
A A hand, some of the tourists I saw seemed to have the vacant
stare of the
A A mannequins
A A The ship had a chapel, too, which I thought was a nice touch.
A Im
A A surprised (and relieved) its still part of the tour, since it
seems
A A these days anything to do with religion is somehow offensive so
someone
A A somewhere.
A A There was also a display of exquisite place settings
A A one wouldn't expect to find in the military, but as I mentioned
A A earlier, officers received much better accommodations than the
typical
A A sailor.
A A I took a picture of the bridge with a jet in the foreground,
and you
A A can see how great the weather was. A A breeze kept things in
the perfect
A A temperature range. A I took several other pictures, including
an
A A intimidating view of a fighter jet, as well as from the flight
deck a
A A view of the Panteras in the parking lot.
A A In the radar room I saw a readout which had indications of
small
A A objects scattered all about the screen in a seemingly random,
haphazard
A A pattern. A It turned out it was an aerial view of the Pantera
group that
A A yesterday was trying to stay together for the mountain drive.
A A I also took a couple of artistic shots; one of the backs of the
A A Panteras in the parking lot, and another of my car with the
bridge of
A A the Midway in the background. A The amazing thing is it costs
about the
A A same to operate the Midway as it does to keep Pandora running
A A I've had the opportunity of sharing my POCA Fun Rally
activities with
A A Tom Shinrock, and he has been a valuable co-pilot. A We drove
back to
A A the hotel (without getting lost) in time to have an hour or so
before
A A leaving for the Escondido Cruise-In later that afternoon.
A A That was just enough time for me to enjoy a bowl of clam
chowder and a
A A vanilla Frappuccino at the snack bar before meeting Tom in the
parking
A A garage for the pre-cruise-in drivers meeting.
A A The trip to Escondido was about a half-an-hour, which gave me a
chance
A A to see if my air conditioner still worked. A To my relief, it
worked
A A great. A As we drove to the cruse-in, we encountered the most
confusing
A A car-pool lane arrangement I've ever seen. A The lanes divided
with the
A A familiar diamond pattern in the HOV lanes, but there were large
signs
A A indicating cars in those lanes would get charged 50 cents every
so
A A often, and there was also a picture of some sort of
certificate. A Im
A A not sure if it meant if you had the certificate youre bank
account
A A would get billed automatically, if you didn't have the
certificate youd
A A get a bill in the mail, if you were a single-occupant car in
the
A A carpool lane with the certificate you could stay in the lane
but youd
A A have to pony-up the 50 cents, or if the certificate was
something
A A Californians could get to make them feel superior to us
out-of-towners.
A A I simply kept driving.
A A When we reached the cruise in, we found an entire city block
had been
A A reserved for Panteras. A Even then, I dont think the organizers
were
A A prepared for the sheer number of Panteras that arrived. A Some
of us had
A A to wait a while before getting staged, primarily because a few
shoppers
A A had parked their daily-drivers in the areas which were supposed
to be
A A reserved for the classic and collector cars involved with the
A A cruise-in.
A A Im not sure how anyone could be so oblivious as to what is
going on not
A A to notice his or her car is in the wrong place. A Hey Mildred,
how come
A A every car parked next to ours is 44 inches tall and has massive
A A horsepower? A Plus, they all look kinda eye-tal-ee-un. A Do ya
think
A A there might be some kinda show goin on? A I wondered what all
them
A A orange cones were doin in the middle of the street.
A A Eventually, all the Kias and Priuses (should that be Prii?)
skedaddled,
A A and we were able to move into position. A As the lucky few who
have
A A access to Facebook should see in the pictures, the Panteras
were lined
A A two-by-two down the middle of the street flanked by
angle-parked
A A Panteras.
A A The rest of the show extended over quite a number of blocks,
with
A A classic and muscle cars parked along the streets. A I took
pictures of
A A some of the vehicles but there were so many I was afraid if I
tried to
A A capture all of them my phone might run out of film.
A A I walked the entire perimeter and side streets to examine each
cool
A A car, truck and motorcycle (it took almost an hour-and-a-half).
A There
A A were some really nice cars on display and I was very impressed
to learn
A A they do this sort of thing quite often. A I began to realize
why people
A A might actually want to pay the ridiculous taxes and cost of
living to
A A reside here (I saw a flyer for a 2100 square-foot home for sale
for the
A A low, low price of just 1.3 million dollars!)
A A One eerie thing I encountered while at the show was an
A A honest-to-goodness drone. A I looked up to see a small, white
A A contraption with four propellers hovering above our prized
A A possessions. A Just as I was about to begin pushing through the
crowd
A A screaming for everyone to run for their lives (and soylent
green is
A A people) I realized the thing wasn't sent by the NSA to spy on
us.
A A Rather, it was probably just taking pictures of our cars.
A Pretty
A A innocuous, but also a bit dangerous because if the batteries
ran out at
A A the wrong time, one of our Panteras might have ended up with a
A A drone-shaped dent in its top!
A A After a great time with everyone involved, including a church
group
A A giving away free popcorn and sno-cones (which I personally
enjoyedoh, I
A A guess I did have dinner), we headed back to the hotel.
A A I got to the parking garage, turned off the car, hit the
headlights off
A A button, and nothing happened. A The lights went off all right,
but the
A A headlight buckets stayed up. A I tried flipping the switch
again and
A A again, demonstrating the definition of insanity, until Tom
suggested I
A A look at the headlight motor assembly under the front trunk lid.
A I did,
A A and tried wiggling the relay wires a bit (the first thing
anyone should
A A always do when trying to fix a problem is wiggle a few wires).
A A Presto! A The buckets began working again. A Another problem
solved using
A A precise, Italian methods.
A A I borrowed a pair of vise-grip pliers from the equipment
trailer
A A someone had enough foresight to bring to the event, and George
lent me
A A a tube of black silicone rubber. A This allowed me to re-attach
the
A A brace I affixed to the lower portion of my front air dam. A I
guess on
A A one of the altercations it had with the road between University
Place
A A and San Diego the brace had broken free from the air dam on one
side.
A A By tomorrow that problem should also be rectified.
A A I spent a little time in the hospitality suite, and found out I
can buy
A A raffle tickets using a credit card. A Vicki, if youre reading
this,
A A please stop reading at this point.
A A I bought $50 worth of raffle tickets, and put all of them in
the box in
A A front of the new taillight lenses. A Thats rightone itemshoot
the
A A works! A I usually dont gamble, unless it has to do with
potentially
A A winning new Pantera parts, or driving a 42-year-old car 2900
miles
A A across the Country.
A A More fun on the way tomorrow!
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