Racing is an interesting world, it is like an insidious virus that just when you think you are cured of it, it comes back and starts to fizzle through your blood. Now, is that fizzle more like champagne that makes you giddy or something that will sap your strength as you run around delirious, I am not sure I am the best person to judge.
I thought I would be happy no longer doing it, that I had all the life experiences and amazing moments in time. But, then you get past eh awkwardness and the next thing you know, your soul kind of expands and sucks it all in and you realize it is a part of you and you are a part of it.
I am not sure whether or not I should thank my friend Dan for reeling me back into the world or find a way to pay him back. But, after going to the Indy 500 this weekend and seeing my friends and feeling the buzz of all that energy and excitement, I am back to wanting to go racing rather than easing off into the sunset.
Thanks?
