Uhm, she's just like me?

When my daughter was six, I started her in Quarter Midget racing cause some I could just tell she was a lot like me. She had two chassis like the one her think in the 4 years that she did it, she had little more the 50 trophies, track record which she still holds and made a lot of boy cry cause of her A main victories. She was the kind of racer that would barrel roll up a wall, roll down the track upside down, even dragged her helmet on the track for a good distance, cry it off, get right back in the car and win the next race. Like me, probably more out of anger than anything else.

So it was no surprise to me when my mom called last night to tell me that she was on her way to the emergency room with her two days after left her in California. It appears that she had a little dispute between a hill and a motorized scooter. Pretty much was trying to see how fast she could get it going down hill and of course she misjudged the speed and ended up fracturing her Tibia on the right leg. When I talked to her last night, I asked her if she got the scooter going pretty good, she said yep. I asked leg hurt she yep. Asked simply, you gonna do that again, answer was nope. Which is all I needed to hear, I know when she learns a lesson and there's no point in adding more into it. She did add that grandma said she had a ways to go before she catches up with me on broken bones.


No shit I probably would have done the same thing as a kid. Fuck I still do as an adult, life is short enough and you kinda sometime have to push the limits on things to learn what your capable of doing or not. The important thing is when you fuck up good, you take responsibility, learn from it an move on. Pain usually goes away in time. Good thing is that my sister told me that she was laughing and joking around this morning and not feeling sorry for herself. That surprised her but not me cause that's what I tried to teach her when she was racing. She did tell me she was looking forward to a little time off from doing choirs and things around the house. Ha oh no way, I told her I am already working on way to attach the mop to her right crutch. You don't get off that easy, not with me.

Right now she's in a half cast and looks like I'll be driving back up there this weekend to pick her up instead flying her back. Facebook page will have pool posted on what color cast she will get when she gets the full one on this Friday. I'm sure I'll come up with something stupid to give the winners.

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Fuck if I know why!?

Yesterday on the way drive over to California, I realized something about my life. Don't ask me why, but every new car I get, it's always been the same. I get to know the car more I think than most people do. Ha fuck, not in a sexual way but when I get a car, I spend a lot of time driving it.

In a way, I listen to it, learn how it sounds when it starts up, when its running, how the motor feels vibrating in the steering wheel, how the steering responds as well. You can tell a lot by through the vibrations in the seat as well. Shit It's not long before I take the car to top end speed and i learn, how the throttle responds all the way through the power curve, cause I want to know what the car can do, and what to expect when I need it. Hell, I even run the car out of gas once, to know how far I can push the gas gauge.


I do this, cause I just enjoy cars first of but most importantly I want them to last with low maintenance. I like to know when trouble is coming to avoid the high costs of a major repair and I usually get above 150k miles out of a car if not more. It's funny I recently drove my ex wife's Fusion, and within 5 minutes new she hadn't been keeping up the maintenance and was head for a costly problem.

In the grand scheme of things I think that's why guys usually ended up referring to their car's in a female sense cause a car is easy to understand and take care of. Lmao until recently they didn't talk and women do. I don't do well trying to figure out what a woman wants, yes mean no and who the fuck knows what maybe means. I don't put much effort into trying to figure out what a woman wants anymore either, you pretty much have to hit me on the head with a hammer and spill it out cause if I were to have to guess, i would be wrong.


I'm past the point in my life where I have chase anyone, I leave that for the younger guys that still think they have something to show the world. I really don't have anything to prove to anyone, just ask my friends, fuck they know. So the best analogy I can give since I don't do well with instruction manuals is well, like my fuckin car, I just tend to push buttons until i find something that interests me and I'll try and figure it out. Gets to difficult, fuck asking someone to help me, there's got to be a hundred other buttons to push.


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