i street raced my whole life in southern california, but my first real live official race at a dragstrip was just 7 years ago when i moved up here. it was a nostalgia race, and i drove my car to the track. i worked that day (saturday), went straight to the track, and literally drove straight to the burnout box, did a burnout, cut a good light, and ran 8.30 or so in the eighth. it was a hoot. i went out first round. i broke out, iirc. i didn't even have a chance to get nervous.


for what is the good life if not doing things thoughtfully?