For me to head to the track. I’m scared to go. I’m nervous. Not about the announcing. The vibes I’m pickin up on. Do you ever just have those types of weird ass feelings that you can’t figure out why you are thinking them. I’ve had them all morning. Maybe it’s the emotional state I’m in. The stresses I’m feeling.
I’m scared shitless about this race. MSA/ISMA/Oswego. Just about every one of my dear friends will be there. My dawgs. All strapped in. Ready to cheat death again at the place I love. I’m a bit overwhelmed and all I can do right now is get jacked up on some Black Crows, SRV, Velvet Revolver and finally some Incubus.
It’s just me. I miss Biggie. Wish he were here to make me laugh and forget about the nerves. I’m fortunate to have the surrounding love I do from friends and family.
It’s time. It’s time to get on my knees and say a prayer for all of my friends all of OUR friends who go out there to do battle at the “Home of the Supermodifieds.” It’s time to go racing. Classic Weekend begins NOW!
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