Some days I don't even belong on the track. No only do I FUBAR my own race, but I do it for the people around me too. Since I was a menace, I made sure I stayed DFL so I didn't ruin my SR any further, and I didnt ruin anyone else's either. Sucking is one thing, but ruining other people's races is the worst.
Although there was an interesting post-race discussion between two drivers who had a lot of respect for each other, in how they handled a dangerous situation. As they chatted about it, I realized it was a situation I caused ahead of them, by my bad driving. So at least I presented a situation where two people could have warm fuzzies.
I was so bad I'm scared to race again. Hopefully it'll wear off as this race gets further in the past.
I have no idea who any of the top racers are. And if I remember my name, and my wife's, then I count that as a win for the day. Seriously!
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And it's hereditary - My dad was a pastor, and after giving a sermon he'd wait at the exit greeting people, and my mother would stand beside him so she could remind him who people were.
My wife does that job for me (remembering people's names), and it's awesome because she remembers EVERYONE's name. She can meet someone once, and a year later she'll not only remember their name, but most likely will remember what they talked about, and oftentimes what they were wearing. No joke. Her memory is awesome.
The downside is that she can tell me I did something, and I won't remember, but I usually respond with "that sounds like something I'd do" and take her word for it. Good thing she's so sweet - she could use her skills for evil if she wanted to!
And now I have a sneaking suspicion that I've told those stories before. Sheesh, not only am I a grumpy old man, I'm that guy who tells you the same story over and over again.
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I have no idea why I shared all that. But it's OK, because nobody will read through it all anyway.
