Quick history of Rallying with Holy Socks ...........

I'm often asked how Holy Socks started and increasingly nowadays, I'm asked
how "Rallying with Holy Socks" came about. So, here's a quick history ........

The story has to start with a confession. I ran from God for nearly 40 years.
I don't have a middle name, but if I did it would be Jonah (see Old Testament, Book of Jonah,
for explanation. It's a hilarious read) Not so far that I thought He'd let me fall
under a bus, but fast enough for me to ignore the niggle, niggle, niggle which
I now recognise was His call to me.

You see, I thought God would want me to do things I didn't want to do, like send
me to South America or Africa or somewhere else hot. (I've never done well in the heat.)

If only I'd known that what God had in mind for me were Holy Socks and rally cars,
I'd have been chasing God, shouting “Here I am, God. Here I am.
Where's the socks and the Subaru?” When I was 16 I wanted to be a rally driver
and at 17 I wanted to be an engineer. It didn't happen, but here we are all these
years later, “Rallying with Holy Socks” emblazoned on the front of a rally car.
Oh, I'm not driving it, it's in the more than capable hands and Holy Socked feet
of Jock Armstrong, who himself is under the skilled guidance and instruction of
similarly-socked co-driver Kirsty Riddick.

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