GreenMonster

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YOU MIGHT BE A RACER IF.....

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.

You are happiest when your street car's tires
are worn to racing depth and the wear bars
are showing.

When something falls off of your car, you
wonder how much weight you just saved.

Your email address refers to your race car
rather than to you.

You've paid $4.00 a gallon for gas without
complaining.

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!

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 motor home,
a crew cab dually, a 28' enclosed trailer and
a 34' 5th wheel.

3) 3 phase 220V outlets in the garage for
your welder.

4) A grease pit.

5) Deaf neighbors.

6) Some sort of house with a working toilet
& shower on the property - or - hookups for
the motor home.

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.

You have enough spare parts to build
another car.

More than one racer supply store recognizes
your voice and greets you by name when you
call.

You think the last line of the Star Spangled
banner is: "Racers start your engines!"

People know you by your class, car number,
and car color.

You astound the clerk at Sears by bringing in
a snapped breaker bar every other week or so.

Your family brings the couch into the garage
to spend time with you.

A neighbor asks if you have any oil, to which
you query, "Synthetic or organic?" and they
reply, "Vegetable or corn."

You enjoy driving in the rain on the way to
work.

You always want to change something on your
street car to make it handle better.

You've tried to convince your wife you needed
that flow bench to fix the air filter on her
station wagon.

You save broken car parts as "momentous".

You've found your lawnmower runs pretty
good on 108 octane gas (but doesn't
particularly care for alcohol).

The local police and state highway patrol
have a picture of your car taped to their
dashboard.

Instead of pictures in your wallet, you have
time slips.

You quote your street tire wear life in weeks
rather than miles.

After you tell your wife where you'd like to
go on vacation she answers: "Why...is there
a race there?"

You know at least three 1-800 numbers to
aftermarket parts houses by heart.

You are on a first-name basis with owners of
every local speed shop.

You want to take apart and rebuild things,
even though they are not broken.


You have the monetary equivalent of a lunar
rocket invested in it, but your car still won't
cut a good light or run the number.


You own a vehicle that has at least 500
horsepower more than when it came out
of Detroit.

You look for hi-po cars in the movies and
try to guess what engine size, tire size, and
whether or not it has nitrous in it.

You are the type of person who goes postal
when you have to sit in a traffic jam for more
than five minutes, yet you can spend five
hours in the staging lanes.

Every stoplight becomes a practice tree to test
your ability to tree the guy in the other lane's
eyes out.

You wash your car like it was your firstborn
child, you tend to its needs like it was your
own body, you protect it like it's your family,
then you drive it like you stole it.

You understand racing is a way of life, not
just a means of transportation.

Hobo

meh.. some were good 6/10

Pure Adrenaline

iTrader: (2)

Guilty as charged on a few of those.