It truly was so foggy we couldn't see anything further than about three feet away. Including, unfortunately, any sign of sand or water or sky.
Zakk toughed it out though, mostly because I was too stubborn to give up.
Back in Angleton there was no fog, only nicely overcast skies and quite a bit less wind.
Perfect for capturing a more relaxed, less shivery Zakk.
And as it turned out, Zakk had only been humoring his mom and me by heading out to the beach and downtown Angleton. Where he really wanted to be was MSR Houston, which is sort of the equivalent of heaven for racing enthusiasts. He would live here if they'd let him, joyously wandering their acres and acres of classic cars being souped up ...
... souped-up cars ready to hit the track ...
... and souped-up cars available for admiring, inspecting, gawking at, caressing, appreciating ... sigh.
I can't believe we ever persuaded him to leave.
Don't worry, Zakk. It won't be long before you really are spending all your time at MSR or your own even better car-related business. There's not a doubt in my mind that you'll make it happen!
God proves to be good to the man who passionately waits ...
Don't worry, Zakk. It won't be long before you really are spending all your time at MSR or your own even better car-related business. There's not a doubt in my mind that you'll make it happen!
God proves to be good to the man who passionately waits ...
Lamentations 3:25 MESSAGE
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