Robert BattistuzziWhen I was a teen in Winnipeg, I hung out with Randy Bering, Art Kvern, and Gerry Parent. We lived close together on the same street and they formed a car club. I didn't have a car, but they let me be part of it, joking that I'd have an Oldsmobile soe day. When I was around 19 years old they went on a trip to Detroit Lakes, Minnesota, but I didn't go because I had to work. That was the last time Gerry was part of any weekend trips with the group. Change was coming. After they returned, I started to think about guys going on a trip to California where things took place that beckoned them to return. The seed was planted for a story. It wasn't until years later that I started putting things down on paper, then shelved it while my life was taking a new direction. Then, in early 2011, I pulled the pile of hand written and typed pages out of the cobwebs and decided to finish the story. By this time, my three children, David, Jonathan, and Carling, who had been involved in the fine arts, inspired me to bring it to conclusion.... Read More Read Less