I arrived at Mid-Ohio mid-day on Friday, just as the frame was being braced and the engine's top-end was going back together. There was plenty of consternation flowing: Team members were feeling pretty good about things, but not knowing them, not knowing how far they'd come or how hard they'd struggled to get to this point, I wasn't feeling many positive vibes. I mean, there was an ugly, bare frame from a cruiser on an elevated workstand, a dozen people scurrying around with saws and torches and tools and grinders in their hands, two or three people working on a mostly disassembled engine on a nearby workbench, and large piles of rusty, unused cruiser parts along with two motorcycle carcasses lying nearby, one with a fur seat! The people were sweethearts, all of them, and they welcomed Patrick Bodden and me warmly. But this whole thing was looking pretty freakish.