I'll send them up in a motor home with a portable shop full of their tools. Let them get into your cars. I'll get them going so they can be up at your...next track to meet you Monday." Great, Steve, if they come up with a winner, I'm going to make you sponsor me so we can share in the glory." You know I can't sponsor just one guy. All of the teams use us one way or another. I'll work with any of them, but I really want you to win some races this season."Gene was laughing, "Me too. Send the babes. Once only 110lbs I had become a 150lbs. When I looked in the mirror I only thought about the number of miles I’d have to run in the scorching heat to lose it all. Silly, right? Well, it was. But lucky for me, I met a person who had gone through the same gain and had figured out how to lose it all. She told me I had to join a gym and work out every day, and then eat healthy. I saw her ‘before-and-after’ pics and thought…what the heck! I was game. And, so I became a gym freak. I’d go at the. So that left hoofing it, from a distance where, to a telepathic alarm system, it might look like he was simply a wild animal foraging for food. He also designed a "cap" for himself-- a false layer of simple animal thoughts, similar in concept to the fake personality he made his mother, that would make a casual mind probe in his direction pass over him. He hoped. But if someone did break through this rudimentary mind shield, they were in for a nasty surprise: he had designed the shield to follow. They were our nearest neighbor and owned all of the property north of the crater mine and everything on the other side of the private ranch road. As I expected, Waylon Collins, the ranch owner, answered the phone by the second ring. He was a very early riser and invariably would be out checking his stock right at the crack of dawn each morning.“Waylon, ‘morning, this Dave Mayfair at the crater mine next door. Thought you ought to know that a dark van is parked right next to your fence and two.