Giving Thanks

Hundreds of years ago - some brave individuals left the comfort and safety of far-away lands in search of fortune and adventure. It certainly wasn't easy - nothing worth while is. They eventually overcame challenge after challenge (often with available horsepower in the single digits!) and founded the tradition of Thanksgiving in celebration. Having a kinship in-spirit with these stubborn and tireless trail-blazers, we offer our thanks this year in their honor.
Many thanks have been addressed already in the about section. (see page: Field of Dreamers) But there are still others that we can't thank enough for their help and patience. We've yet to take the green flag on our little pilgrimage, but our appreciation is already at full speed.

The Heimer Family - Can you imagine having a rag-tag bunch of race-crew wannabes hanging out at your home every weekend? The long hours, unruly racket, and constant greasy hand prints in the guest bathroom? The entire Heimer family - especially Susie, have been insanely accommodating to our upstart Lemon rebellion. The evening meals, afternoon beer-runs, and hot fresh cookies have kept our army of misfits marching through long hours.

Non-Driving Wrench Monkeys - There are people that actually like working on this kind of crap. Seriously. We're talking give-up-a-day-off kind of dedication to a project that wasn't even their idea. From the beginning of this misfortunate, and misguided adventure - several individuals have gone out of their way to help, knowing there would be slim-to-zero opportunity for some of them to even see the event. In no particular order, many thanks go out to Rodrigo, Raymond, Jancsi, Craig, Frank, and Scott for rolling up their sleeves, and getting things done.

Mustang Matt - Good-god this man knows Mustangs. Whether you're trying to identify a mystery item, locate a missing bolt, or figure out what parts work together, you simply can not stump Matt's Mustang brain. He's donated his time, his lift, and even lent an occasional NOS part to get this POS on the track. No matter how many different people show up to wrench on any given day - you're guaranteed to hear a constant chorus of "Hey Matt, how do I..." throughout the day. Thanks Matt, and get a damn haircut.

The Coolest Wife EVAR - "You're going to do what?!?" That's the closest thing to an objection I've heard from my very loving wife Erika. She's tolerated late nights, lonely weekends, cold dinners and even the stale smell of spilled, used radiator fluid in her daily driving Expedition. She feigns interest and stifles yawns during the many hours of obsessed, Lemons-babble that makes for my side of our conversations these last few months. She's also quick to lift my spirits on those rare days that everything seems to be going wrong, and a sense of dread looms.