When I first proposed the idea of putting a 20B in my convertible to John Duff at MADS in the fall of '98, his eyes grew large and round, and a look of wonder suffused his face (think: six-year-old in front of the tree on Xmas Eve); and he said in a soft, thoughtful voice, "Can you say 'sleeper'?"
With that explanation of the subject line out of the way, let it be known that on June 21, amid peals of rotary thunder, "Dr. Farrellstein" proclaimed, "It lives!" as his faithful assistant, "Mitchgor", prodded the monster to life with jolts of electricity.
Testing and tuning will take a couple of weeks.
Jeez, after all this time, I sort of feel like I should send out birth announcements.