The class I run in races every Saturday night starting at 7pm. It’s basically one of the beginner divisions for kids making their way through the ranks of NASCAR or guys like me that just want to go out and pretend that I’m a big time race car driver. Anyone from the age of 15 on up can participate. This year we had a guy win and as soon as he got out of his car they gave him a breathalyzer test…he failed…yep. He won’t be back anymore. That was a good wake-up call for me, from that point on I saved the margaritas until AFTER the race. We’ve had cars flip, catch on fire, and every other type of crash. If you don’t leave the season without being involved in a couple of wrecks then you haven’t been trying.It's nothing short of the real thing. Girls throwing themselves at you, alcohol and drugs as prolific as a rock star, not knowing what city I'm in from one weekend to the next. It's the life I've dreamed of living. Okay, maybe not but it's more fun than sitting on my ass at home watching Jerry McGuire for the 7th time.
My goal now is to get Chris in this car before the season’s over…ssshhh, don’t tell Z. I might have to put in a bigger seat.
Friday, July 17, 2009
5:57 PM Chris Cooley 10 comments