It is no secret that I’m addicted to speed. I come by it honestly! Now that racing season has started at the local track, I have to admit that I’m missing it. Seeing Don’s unfinished race car sitting there–well, let’s just say that I’m glad I sold ALL my gear.
I don’t miss the cold or the hot, the dust, dirt and grime. I really don’t miss the politics at the track or the drivers who think cheating it the only way to win. I don’t miss the every Saturday night commitment, or working on cars during the week.
I miss the friends I made there. I miss the rush of adrenaline and the total focus racing required. I miss pushing myself to be daring and just a little bit dangerous.