Once I qualified ninth while hungover, with only one hand working, and with a facial wound that began healing to my helmet liner, y’all will have to come up with some damn good excuses in the future. I guess Skeen is just lucky I tried to hang with Travis on Saturday night (that CF!). Imagine what a force I could be if I were healthy. Imagine how much better my start would be if I didn’t shift 1-2-5. Imagine how much better my race would be if I kept it on the track in T1 instead of making it all the way to the tire wall up the hill (just a gentle kiss, luckily). At least I got to make JP my bitch on the back straight as I motored by him with my superior horsepower. Of course, that’s not really driving, is it? I might as well just get a Mustang if it is!
Sasha
P.S. After my T1 incident I realized one more reason SpecE30 rocks is that the racing is close and fun, but not hitting hypersonic speeds down the straights can actually save your ass. Thank God for only 168 hp.