Hahah and to think you claim to be more mature than everyone else. why dont you fucking act like it than
Gotta love when they won't get the fuck out of your life and stay in theirs. They are like a bad disease you can't get rid of no matter how hard you try.
You Might Be a Race Drive If...
* Despite of all the time and trouble, you're anxious for the season to start.
* Everywhere you go, you try to find the fastest line through the turn.
* More than one racer supply house recognizes your voice and greets you by name when you call.
* People know you by your class letter, car number, and car color instead of by name.
* The car gets waxed more often than your floor.
* The police have a picture of your car taped to their dashboard.
* The tire shop won't honor the tread-life warranty on any car you've been anywhere near.
* When someone mentions "The Good Book", you think of "The Auto Math Handbook"
* When you call home, instead of saying "Hi Daddy," your 3 year old asks who has the pole.
* You bought a race car before buying a house.
* You buy cheap tires for your street car, to save money for your race tires.
* You buy Gatorade by the case.
* You buy new parts because you don't know where you put the spares.
* You came back early from your honeymoon in order to attend driver's school.
* You can tell it's Friday because the racing papers come in the mail.
* You can't remember when you last worked on weekdays and rested on weekends.
* You change your engine oil every other week.
* You complain the seat belts in the family car aren't tight enough.
* You critique the way people wave the flags at a parade.
* You do more catalog shopping than your wife.
* You feel compelled to beat your previous best time when you go on a trip.
* You feel naked in your street car without a roll bar and a five point harness.
* You get your first racing tee shirt and you are really excited.
* You have car parts in your cubicle at work.
* You have enough spare parts to build another car.
* You have more pictures of race cars on you desk than of your family.
* You have more than one roll of duct tape around the house.
* You have racing shops programmed on speed dial.
* You paid more for your race car than for your house.
* You plan your social life around the race schedule.
* You plan your wedding around the race schedule.
* You put all the race car receipts you can under 'Auto Repair Expense' on your budget.
* You refer to the corner down the street from your house as 'turn One'.
* You remember the details of every race you've been in, but can't remember your phone number.
* You select pets based on their ability to survive a weekend alone.
* You sit in your race car and make car noises while waiting for your motor to get back from the shop.
* You stick your arm out the window and raise it straight up before turning into your driveway.
* You take your helmet along when you buy new glasses.
* You think the last line of the Star Spangled Banner is: "Racers, start your engines!"
* You used to have money.
* You take care of your car like it's your child, then drive it like you stole it.
* Your 2-year-old knows the meanings of all the flags.
* Your criteria for selecting a 'significant other' includes auto repair skills. Air tools are a plus.
* Your daughter was an SCCA member when she was 1 day old.
* Your friends don't recognize you without a helmet and driver's suit.
* Your garage holds more cars than your house has bedrooms.
* Your bathroom reading material consists of racing supply catalogs and car magazines, none of which have centerfolds.
* Your wife can never find enough hangers because you've used all the wire ones as welding rod.
* Your wife decides to become a race official so she'll see more of you during the season.
* You've started looking for sponsors for your daily commute.
I wear red, do you?
Will you give this to my Daddy?
Last week I was in Toronto, Ontario attending a conference. While I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer. I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest acts of patriotism I have ever seen.
Moving through the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camo's. As they began heading to their gate, everyone (well almost everyone) was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering.
When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered for, it hit me. I'm not alone. I'm not the only Canadian who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families.
I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can go to church, school, work and home without fear of reprisal.
Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of our service men and women, a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years old, ran up to one of the male soldiers. He kneeled down and said 'hi.'
The little girl then asked him if he would give something to her daddy for her.
The young soldier, who didn't look any older than maybe 22 himself, said he would try and what did she want to give to her Daddy. Then suddenly the little girl grabbed the neck of this soldier, gave him the biggest hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek.
The mother of the little girl, who said her daughter's name was Courtney, told the young soldier that her husband was a Soldier and had been in Afghanistan for 11 months now. As the mom was explaining how much her daughter Courtney missed her father, the young soldier began to tear up.
When this temporarily single mom was done explaining her situation, all of the soldiers huddled together for a brief second. Then one of the other servicemen pulled out a military-looking walkie-talkie. They started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it..
After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back over to Courtney, bent down and said this to her, 'I spoke to your daddy and he told me to give this to you.' He then hugged this little girl that he had just met and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He finished by saying 'your daddy told me to tell you that he loves you more than anything and he is coming home very soon.'
The mom at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the young soldier stood to his feet, he saluted Courtney and her mom. I was standing no more than 6 feet away from this entire event.
As the soldiers began to leave, heading towards their gate, people resumed their applause. As I stood there applauding and looked around, there were very few dry eyes, including my own. That young soldier in one last act of selflessness, turned around and blew a kiss to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek.
We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families and thank God for them and their sacrifices. At the end of the day, it's good to be a Canadian.
RED FRIDAYS ----- Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing Red every Friday. The reason? Canadians who support our troops used to be called the 'silent majority'. We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love of country and home in record breaking numbers.
We are not organized, boisterous or over-bearing. We get no liberal media coverage on TV, to reflect our message or our opinions. Many Canadians, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of Canadians supports our troops.
Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that.. Every Canadian who supports our men and women afar will wear something red.
Let's make Canada on every Friday a sea of red.
If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, co-workers, friends, and family. It will not be long before Canada is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once 'silent' majority is on their side more than ever; certainly more than the media lets on.
The first thing a soldier says when asked 'What can we do to make things better for you?' is...We need your support and your prayers.
Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example; and wear something red every Friday.
IF YOU AGREE -- THEN SEND THIS ON.
IF YOU COULDN'T CARE LESS THEN HIT THE DELETE BUTTON --- IT IS YOUR CHOICE. I don't know if you've seen this, but I urge you to send it to everyone you know..
WE LIVE IN THE LAND OF THE FREE, ONLY BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE.
THEIR BLOOD RUNS RED---- SO WEAR RED! ---
