Some fan you are. My ol lady just retired to the bedroom with a big plate of fried bologna sammiches and left instructions if I smell Richmond Raceway Rubber wafting on the air while workin in my garden to bottle some and we will use it as an aroma-therapy aphrodesiac later.
Kentucky Dreby update:
Sloppy track conditions. Bad if yur running a crazed thoroughbred being ran at a cruelly young age and about as sporting as bullfighting ethicly.
But good if yur ol lady has welcomed yur uninhibited advances for yet another trip to Victory Lane. You aint livin until you tore up some polyester bedspreads burnin out after coming in 1st. I have a personal policy here when bedroom racing, Sedge. No restrictor plates, but refueling stops allowed. Only female spotters allowed trackside. No penalties if get under it, push, go low. Several restarts encouraged. I determine the speed of my pace car. Taking her into the wall a bragging event.
And the Golden Rule of Racing: He who drives it hardest and fastest gits there 1st. There is no glory to be in the #2 spot..., er, uh, well, makes for a nasty track clean-up. This machine may not be the best or baddest on the track but man, it gives me all the pleasure I can stand. Hope you & The Haze
are doing well. Old codgers like you might wanna run a lap or 2 fer old times' sake, burn the carbon out.
My pick-put every last cent on Chocolate Candy. He has 4 legs and Scaler &
Malcolm seem to favor him.
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