Double like! I used to love climbing on rocks with my faithful Shogie-dobie. He was a good rock climber and fallen-tree walker.
Somewhere I have a picture of him standing on a bluff overlooking a big valley, with the Tumalo river at the bottom. It's a 35mm hard copy picture, and I'm sure it's in one of my old albums. If I can ever find it, I'll ask Rich to scan it and maybe I can post it here someday.
I used to be a drag-racer, too. Well, a bracket racer, I never had a good enough car to do the "professional" race stuff. But I have two trophies!
I was one of two women - the other one had a blue Camaro, and I had my gold '69 Coronet (I'm a MoPar chick), and we were at Portland International Raceway every Wednesday night, and because once a week wasn't enough, I'd drive down to the Woodburn Dragstrip every Sunday. Man, those were the days... No, the "tree" (AKA "the Christmas tree") is the big tall thing with lights down both sides on the starting line at the dragstrip. The lights are yellow all the way down to the last one, which is green (that means GO!) or, if you go too soon, the very bottom one is red (that means YOU LOSE!). "Cutting a hole shot" is managing to take off just as that last yellow flashes on, but not quick enough to get a red light. And never bracket race against a VW Bug, because they have such a handicap, they're practically at the finish line before you get to go. And never race a bike. Doesn't matter how big a headstart you get, they ALWAYS manage to pass you right at the end.
Happy Belated Birthday, "good" sis! I can't drive 55, either.