I Wanna Race!

    Tonight I had my first oral introduction to learning to drive at Portland International Raceway. Just let me start by saying, OhDearGods I wanna race I wanna race!! To hear the shift by shift breakdown of the twelve turns of the raceway, and the sphincter clenching excitement of hanging onto a corner by muscle and sheer force of will, had my pulse racing and my cheeks flushed. The idea of screaming up on a corner at 120mph, grabbing brakes, standing the car on her nose, downshifting, then slamming the gas and powering through the curve. Holyshit! The first step is getting out there on open track day and strapping into the Miata that is the team car. The idea of having even a fingertip of involvement with a racing team has my mind whirling and skittering through the lunar landscape of my imagination. The hint that I might get to co-drive an 8 hour enduro race, has me so excited I don't even dare to let my mind run with this one. I have to keep the imagination in check or I will be blowing gaskets and my brain will be leaking out my ears. Gooey. The car is being picked up this Sunday, I have to keep reminding myself that Sunday is the only day I have off in February and I must attend to the mundane task of pruning my apple trees. G'damn I hate being a grownup. I want to be there the moment the car is loaded onto the trailer. I want to be there when she is off loaded and nestled into the shop. I want to feel the driver's seat cradling my ass as I wriggle my shoulders into the upholstery, and inhale the fragrance of oil, gas, and rubber. I want to grip the wheel, caress the shifter, touch the gauges. This is an epic adventure in the making. An adventure in team colors of satin black and hot pink.