But having buried too many mates who were victims of the road, and very narrowly missing being buried himself on too many occasions, it was time to stop. Before the frothing mad Whitey killed somebody else.
I always feel remarkably safe driving with Vern.
So forgive me Vern, as I call for a vehicle without one of you at the dash. I'm sure there'll still be chances for your brilliance to shine, and I'll always love to sit in the bleachers or the back seat and watch.