Introducing Stevo
Gentlemen, you may have seen a certain “stevo” posting a comment here or there. I think it’s time for a proper introduction before things get much further along.
Mark “Stevo” Stevenson is one of my best friends from my college days. He’s a tooth doctor in Indianapolis. When he heard about my TARP plans, he went ballistic. I suspect that his wife is very, very, very happy that I live a thousand miles away, preventing him from too much active engagement in this project. As I told Stevo years ago, if I lived in Indy now, we would probably both be broke and single, but covered in grease with workshops full of destroyed battlebots and wrecked cars.
That said, Stevo is all on board for TARP, albeit as a non-driving member. It would be a one-man clown car if he tried to fit his 6′9″ frame into an MR2. That said, he’s planning to come down for the race and help serve as pit crew/onlooker/spotter/groupie (although not a groupie in that kind of way, if you know what I mean).
So, without further ado, I give you Stevo. Mark, take a bow.
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