WOW, what a weekend.
I think I have a mild adrenalin hangover! A
coworker and I had the opportunity to hit a Grand Prix race as VIP guests. WOW.
We spent the weekend, schmoozing with race car drivers, eating gourmet
food, watching some really fast cars.
The ultimate was hanging out in the pit DURING the race. Watching a Grand Prix Ferrari come to a stop
in front of you, change its wheels, change its driver and get fueled up will
make your hair stand on end when you’re only 8-10 feet away from the powerful
machine.
I think I may have found the eldest gift’s calling, as he’s
skinny enough to fit in with the race car driver set. I’d never given it much thought before, but
not only the weight component slowing the cars down, but being an absolute
tooth pick so you can get IN and OUT of the race car is imperative. I (not so gracefully) wedged myself into it
and crawled back out.
A picture is worth a thousand words, so I’ll leave it to
those, and 2 videos!
VROOM VROOM!
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