Somehow Rob was able to dial the required numbers and was connected to the front desk receptionist at Shelby. “Yeah, uh, this is Rob Krider, President of Krider Racing. I need to speak with your Director of Motorsports, please.” Steve laughed, “What the hell are you doing? Director of Motorsports?” “Shut up, I’m on hold. I think they are putting me through. I just tried to sound authoritative like Roger Penske. It seems like they would have someone there that has the title of Director of Motorsports. It’s worth a shot.” “May I help you?” “Uh, yes. My name is Rob Krider. I run Krider Racing out of California. My business associate and I are in Las Vegas for a couple of days and we would like to take a look at your facilities and discuss the prospect of our team racing a Shelby Mustang in an SCCA series next season.” “If you can be here tomorrow at 9:00, I would be more than happy to give you a tour and see if we can put something together for your race team.” “No shit? Uh, I mean, okay!” Rob hung up the phone. “Looks like were heading to Las Vegas Motor Speedway, Brotha. If we can each find something to wear other than cargo shorts and flip flops, we might even be able to pass ourselves off as a legitimate race team.”