Epilogue The aftermath, where to start... I had already made plans to fly back to Phoenix on Sunday, and come back to get my rig and Valiant over the Thanksgiving holiday. Dale had agreed to pay me back for his part of Dragweek with labor on the car, and the list that was maybe a half-page before the event was now a page and a half! Before that could happen however, I had promised my niece, Darren's daughter Brittni, that she could use it at her high school Homecoming coronation. You know, the whole bring the girls onto the football field in a convertable. She is, of course, a third generation Mopar gal, so no late model drop top would do. That meant allowing Darren contol of the Valiant for a weekend, including getting it to and from the little town where she lives 72 miles to the northeast of Tulsa. I wasn't thrilled with the proposition...but you only get a few times in life to be the "good Uncle"!
