You know you are a RACER when...

From: Tom Slick North (prodog@swbell.net)
Date: Thu Jan 24 2002 - 18:06:30 EST


You know you are a RACER when...

-- You think the primary purpose of wings is to PREVENT flight.
-- You take your helmet along when you go to buy new eyeglasses or check out
cars (seats).
-- You refer to the corner down the street from your house as "Turn One."
-- You feel compelled on a road trip to beat your previous best time.
(Bernd, shut up.)
-- You are happiest when your street car's tires are worn to "racing depth".
-- When something falls off of your car, you wonder how much weight you just
saved.
-- When you hear 'overcooked it', instead of food you think 'off the track'.
-- You change engine oil every other week.
-- You sometimes hear little noises from your passengers when you get on the
throttle right after turning in.
-- You thoroughly enjoy showing the tailgater behind how to drive around a
highway off-ramp.
-- Your racing budget is one of the big three - mortgage, car
payments/maintenance, dating.
-- Your email address refers to your race car rather than to you.
-- You walk "proper lines" through the grocery store.
-- You've paid $4.00 a gallon for gas without complaining. (he he he, I
won't mention names!)
-- You buy new parts because you don't know where you put the spares.
-- You bought a race car before buying a house.
-- You bought a race car before buying furniture for the new house.
-- You're looking for a tow vehicle and still haven't bought furniture!
-- You find that you need a new house because you've outgrown your garage
and the neighbors are threatening violence if you park one more vehicle on
the street or in the front yard.
-- The requirements you give your real estate agent are (in order of
importance):
    1) 8-car climate controlled garage with an attached shop.
    2) Outside parking for 6 cars, a motorhome, a crew cab dualie, a 28'
enclosed
    trailer and a 34' 5th wheel.
    3) 3 phase 220V outlets in the garage for your welder. (and industrial
size air tank!)
    4) A grease pit.
    5) Conveniently close to a hazardous waste disposal site.
    6) Deaf neighbors.
    7) Across the street from a paint and body shop.
    8) Some sort of house with a working toilet and shower on the property
    somewhere or hookups for the motorhome.

-- You measure all family acquisitions in terms of the number of race tires
that could have been purchased.
-- You know well that orthodontic work is the equivalent of three sets of
tires.
-- You sit in your race car in a dark garage and make car noises and shift
and practice your heel and toe, while waiting for your motor to get back
from the machine shop. (I'm not saying a word!)
-- You look at the purchase of tools as a long term investment.
-- Your wife says, "If you buy another set of tires, I'm getting a new
mink."
-- Your garage holds more cars than your house has bedrooms.
-- You have enough spare parts to build another car.
-- More than one racer supply house recognizes your voice and greets you by
name when you call.
-- You have car parts in your cubicle at work.
-- You think the last line of the Star Spangled Banner is: "Racers, start
your engines!"
-- If you can't remember when you last worked on weekdays and rested on
weekends.
-- You're registered for wedding gifts at Pegasus and Racer Wholesale.
-- Your Christmas list begins with "another set of Toyo RA1's" and aluminum
rods (and your 'significant other' knows what these are).
-- After your answer to "What did you do this weekend?" the next question is
always: "And you do this for fun? Right?"
-- You have a separate drawer for 'garage clothes'.
-- Your reading material in your bathroom consists of auto parts and racing
supply catalogs, several books written by famous drivers, every book Carroll
Smith has ever written and 400 car magazines, none of which have
centerfolds.
-- People know you by your class letter, car number, and car color.
-- People know you by your "off"s". "Oh, you're the one stuck in the mud at
ButtonBog last weekend!"
-- Your first date involves asking her to crew for you.
-- Your criteria for selecting a significant other include auto repair
skills. Air tools optional.
-- Your friends don't recognize you without a helmet and driver's suit.
-- Your family remembers your hair color as "grease".
-- You plan your wedding around the race schedule.
-- You astound the clerk at Sears by bringing in a snapped breaker bar every
other week or so.
-- You remember the dates and details of every race you've ever been in, but
can't remember your phone number.
-- Your family brings the couch into the garage so they can spend some time
with you.
-- You complain when cars in front of you on highway off-ramps don't stay on
the line, causing your exit speed to drop.
-- A neighbor asks if you have any oil, to which you query, "Synthetic or
organic?" and they reply, "Vegetable or corn."
-- You give out Automotive Engineering's number when a friend asks for the
best hardware store.
-- You look at the fire hydrant at that corner and see an apex marker.
-- You enjoy driving in the rain on the way to work or school. (oh yeah!!!)
-- You always late apex the intersection and try to pass a few cars coming
out.
-- Everywhere you go, you try to find the fastest line through the turn.
-- You always do a toe & heel downshift while your passenger gives you a
real funny look.
-- You can't stand anyone telling others how to drive. Of course, you are
the best.
-- You can't stand understeer.
-- You always want to change something in your street car to make it handle
better. (Isn't that all of us???????)
-- You will gladly pay up to $8 for a quart of engine oil. (you betcha!)
-- You hate long distance drives to visit relatives, or to go on vacation,
but you will gladly drive 800 miles to the race track.
-- You think that traction control and ABS are for those who can't drive.
-- You've ever tried to convince your wife you needed that flow bench to fix
the air filter on her van.
-- You save broken car parts as "mementos".
-- Your last several freeway forays included just brushing the curbs as you
apexed the on-ramps perfectly.
-- You've found your lawn mower runs pretty good on 108 octane gas (but
doesn't care for alcohol). (or go-cart... Ahem....Bernd!)
-- The local tire shop won't honor the tread life warranty on any car you
have been within 50 yards of.
-- The shop manager at your local car dealer mutters "dear Lord" under his
breath after he sees the size of your exhaust system.
-- The local police and state Highway Patrol have a picture of your car
taped to their dashboard. (No comment.)
-- You spend more time polishing your exhaust tips every day than you do
bathing.
-- Instead of pictures in your wallet, you have qualifying times. (Guilty!)
-- You would choose a roll bar over air conditioning if it were an option.
-- You enjoy driving through wet, empty parking lots and using the emergency
brake to kick the back end out.
-- White smoke coming out from under your tires is a common sight. :-)
-- You consider the redline a "conservative suggestion" and the rev limiter
"a fun limiter." (Ain't that the truth!)
-- You spend more on insurance premiums than on food.
-- Your idea of a good time is sitting around figuring out gear ratios and
the ideal final drive ratio for given situations.
-- When someone refers to "The Good Book", you think of "Prepared to Win."
-- When someone asks where you went to school, you reply, "Skip Barber".
-- You have racing shops programmed on your speed dialer. (just
SpeedTweaks!)
-- You own five cars and only one of them is street legal. (true, but I only
have 3.)
-- You know the 1/4 mile times and skid pad numbers of your riding mower(or
go-cart) and want to improve them.
-- You've embarrassed your significant other at least once by insisting
onwearing your full face helmet while driving.
-- You know the "racing line" of every turn in your daily commute,
includingyour alternate routes, and practice hitting them every day.
-- You quote your street tire wear life in weeks rather than miles.
-- You regularly live test your rev limiter on that straight that's a little
too long for 2nd but not worth going into 3rd for.
-- You've started looking for sponsors for your daily commute.
-- You've slalomed in a construction zone, and counted your penalty time in
the rearview afterwards.
-- After you tell your wife where you'd like to go on your vacation she
answers: "Why... is there a race there?"

Tom "Slick" North
96 Dodge Dakota 5.2L RC
71 Chevelle Malibu 350
71 Porsche 914/2.0L



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