This cute little hispanic girl at the bar gave me a lapdance. She thought it was funny because I am so tall. I thought it was funny because I got to feel her up. Does this make me a dude?!
Only special people get to see this ass....however, a photographer I know wants to do some sort of spread that I may lay out for, I will share those, should the shoot occur.
FUCK YES. 24 Hours of Daytona. 7 hours in. We're in 10th place in class, only 1 lap down from the lead lap. The big teams are going "WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE FUCKING CANADIANS DOING WAY THE HELL UP HERE!!?!?!?" Beware the Angry Beavers, bitches. <a class="postlink" href="http://www.grand-am.com" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.grand-am.com</a> Also flying out of town tomorrow night for a few days of blissful R&R. Actually flying TO the snow, as I don't have any here. What a great weekend.
What kind of car do you guys run? Do you drive, work the pits, a little bit of everything? In other news, I have had two pieces of chocolate cake, and I'm doing my philosophy homework. That's a hot Saturday night right there. Oh, if anyone gives a shit, I'm reading Descartes' Meditations right now. Thoughts? Deep thoughts?
Go search for the thread I did last year on the 24. I'm team manager and a driver, but I don't drive for the 24. Maybe next year, but I don't have the chops yet. I work with all comp systems on the car. ECU, data acquisition, etc. I work with the onsite Porsche factory engineers on engine tuning and diagnostics. I also do data interpretation with the drivers to help them figure out faster lap times. I'm stuck here in Vancouver this year so they're down there without me. Pisses me off. If I were there I'd be #2 man on the team, running pit stops and interacting with race control, advising the team strategist/owner, etc. I'd also be the main team contact for our spotters. I'm also the team barrista (I have the nicest espresso machine).