A short synopsis of my EB career: I had always wanted one since childhood and located a trail basher with old school mods that I could afford. I bought it, got it running and joined the site 'cause I needed to know more. I took it up in the mountains a bunch of times and was very impressed at what it could do. I met a lot of great people here as well, some of which lived near me. I helped hotwheels build his from the point where it was just a body and a rolling chassis. Members of this site got together and helped lift it on to the frame and hotwheels barbecued and brought out the beer. Among the guys there was feitctaj who also helped with the build. He and I rolled together in the mountains a few times after that. He also had a 68. Mine did get stolen. The CB community rallied around me with donated $ and parts to replace it. feitctaj and I were in the middle of that project when he passed away. At the same time I lost my job and my home. Things got really bleak after that. I had to part with everything EB related and focus on survival. Fast forward leaving out other EB buddies and unpleasant details, I'm living a simple existence now. I am a college student again just for my own satisfaction. I don't need to do it (I'm 62), and if I never graduate I don't care. I restore split window VW busses in my spare time, and occasionally rewire someone's old ride. I keep busy, as much as I want. I miss my old 68. When it was found (via a picture in Bronco Driver magazine), it's condition broke my heart. It had been passed around the meth head community and ended up stripped and messed up so bad I couldn't look at it. Anyway, I remember you guys, the long timers, and just want to tell the younger ones that these are the best people and the best community I've ever known. If anyone is ever in my area, let's get together and have a cold one. It'll be on me.