That time of the year

Once again it has arrived, the race season is winding down to the last glory days of the year. Gone but not forgotten is all the anticipation of the cars, food, sweat, rubber (not rubbers), beer, lack of sleep, excessive alcohol consumption, and driving just to damn fast. Man ya gotta love it.
Well I guess it's back to Grid World, and the attack on the slippery underhanded amphibious like of the toad king slimming around the track (lest he know I have a secret weapon this year).
Rein forth I say, lest you be skeared ye amphibious wonderment. Be gone from the realms of the real drivers and cars, for we seek ye out and run you over (ain't nothing like road kill Road Rage Randy Says).

Later


PooF!