They were a kick--Cecil grew up on Navaho indian reservation, her people were old time Indian traders, ran trading posts, her Dad was very prolific western writer--Richardson, plus lotsa pen names. Buddy was trained as oil patch geologist, A.B. Cobb the first had production in Northern Mt--bought that mtn front ranch for 'when the oil runs out'. I was up there maybe 30 yrs ago, looking at bulls,visiting in the kitchen---cup and saucers about rattling off the table---'Doggone you kids, I told you---no more playing basketball in the house!'
Buddy drove Cadillac limousines till he found out Checker made tougher cars--he drove like a bat outa hell, and it's horrible gravel road. So---he's down to Bozeman to pick up son and neighbor kid from college, smoking along the interstate, gets pulled over. The kids watch the patrolman and buddy out the back window---patrolman starts laughing and waves him away. Buddy gets back in the car with smoke coming outa his ears. After a few miles, kid asks him 'what'd he say, Dad?'
"Damn fool asked me if I knew how fast i was going!"
what'd ya tell him?
"Mister--when you drive as fast as I do, you don't dare take your eyes off the road to look at the speedometer!"