That's great, Jason. Spreading the Ken Bob love around. We call him Uncle Ken Bob at my house. When I want to tick my hubby off, I tell him to go sleep in Uncle Ken Bob's room. He can't stand it. It's so funny.
Seeing those photos reminded me of how BKB ended up being my mentor on the gravel yesterday. I really did'nt think I would pick up any new info last Monday at his workshop, but just watching him gravel run was all I needed in my time of crisis.