A Simply Great Man

I first met Carl years ago while I still lived in Nebraska and Leon Olsen introduced me to  him and another great man John Hoyt.  We didn't become friends but when I would see him again at big shows he would always say "hi" and ask how things were going.  Some time later when I landed in Oklahoma and was training horses on my own I again ran into Carl at one of the shows in Duncan.  I had lived there all of three weeks and didn't know hardly anybody else.  At the end of the day I wandered to one of Duncan's finer motels and there was John and Carl sitting on the 2nd floor balcony drinking beer.  The air conditioning wasn't working and there weren't any more rooms and they were outside trying to keep cool.  Carl invited me up for a beer and we sat and talked until the sun went down.  It was probably the first time that I ever felt like I "belonged" being a horse trainer. 

Years went by and I would see Carl and then Karen at shows and we became horse show friends.  I was always showing too many horses and doing too many events and from time to time I would volunteer to show in the cow horse to make the numbers work.  Slowly while showing Carl would give me pointers and I learned to show a cow horse and later reiners without being embarrassed.  From time to time if I had a good one Carl would be kind or professional enough to tell me so.  No matter what event I was showing in. 

Many years and moves and horses later I was showing in Paso Robles to Karen and when the driving class was over she said my husband would love that tie.  I frequently wore a very colorful tie that Kathy Pettit had given me of the cartoon Tasmanian devil shredding a bunch of balloons.  It was one of my favorite ties.  At the end of the day, when the show was over I gave that tie to Karen to give to Carl.  Sometimes especially in the horse business its fun to pass the fun things along.  Knowing Carl how I did, I could see him liking that tie.  Two years later while showing in Bakersfield CA I saw Carl walk in to the arena to judge wearing that tie.  It made me smile.  For me some things bring back great memories and that was one of them.  I wore that tie, and another colorful tie exclusively the year I showed The Wild West Show to the High Point Driving title.  Interestingly at a show earlier in the year another judge, Alan Mitchell's had criticized the very tie I gave Carl for being inappropriate. 

Since I've stopped training I've only seen Carl one other time at the world show.  I had been waiting in line for about an hour at the check station leading to the main drive to load up and go home.  The line of trucks and trailers was around the corner and down the drive towards the street.  In typical Carl fashion he took control of the situation, closed the cattle panels and let us all down the drive to load up to go home. 

Rarely do you get to go through life and have the privilege to say that you knew someone who always treated you as and equal, with respect and as a friend.  The horse industry, humanity and mainly Karen have lost a simply great man. That hollow feeling inside is going to last a long time. 

An Open Letter.

An Open letter to anyone who has the guts to print it

The day after Christmas the most tragic example of how out immigration policy, and our government is a glaring failure.

On December 26th Newman California Corporal   Ronil Singh, was on duty  working in Stanislaus County CA.  While conducting a routine suspicion of drunk driving stop.  He was allegedly shot and killed by  Gustavo Perez Arriaga.  An Illegal immigrant who was living in the Sanctuary state of California.  Arriaga has previous DUI arrests, 

Ironically what makes this such a glaring example of Immigration policy failure.  Deputy Ronil Singh was also an immigrant.  He came here legally, did the work, studied citizenship and English language passed the tests, paid the fees and became a naturalized citizen.  His life long dream was to be a police officer  He is survived by a his wife and 5 month old son.  

Nancy Pelosi, Chuck Shumer, and every single person who believes in open borders owes this young mother an apology.  They need to explain to this woman, just exactly why this man was allowed, and protected under California's sanctuary immigration laws was allowed to stay here.  

Since I became of legal voting age in 1982, we have been promised by every single presidential candidate that they would fix our broken immigration system.  A wall isn't going to fix it.  Just giving dreamers citizenship isn't going to fix it.  Relaxing the laws and giving every one who comes here political Asylum is not going to fix our immigration system.  

Our government has failed.  They failed Ronil Singh, and they have failed everyone citizen who immigrated here legally, and they have fail the rest of the American public as well.  

Its time that we held our elected official accountable for their lack of action on this issue.  Its time we held them accountable for their lack of action for the last two years.  The very people who have been elected to run this country have let us down.  We need to write our Congress and Senate, We need to write our local news papers, We need to write our local news stations, we need to march in the streets until our elected officials get back to work doing the jobs we elected them to do.  

Everyday Is Christmas for me.

I used to hate Christmas.  I have since I was a kid.  I can count on one hand how many were ever a good time.  My only good memories all revolve around spending the holiday with my grandparents.  My Grandfather would dress up like Santa Claus and deliver presents and hang around with all of us for a while.  I was an all in believer in Santa Claus until I was told to go and get groceries out of the car one time and I Opened the truck and there were as all the presents from Santa Claus.  I secretly suspect that my mother did that on purpose.  Why else put the groceries in the trunk and then hand your kid the key and tell him to go and get them.  We lived in Northern Indiana at the time and it was snowy and cold as hell.  It could have been an honest mistake, but that's  highly unlikely.  When we would get together with our Grandparents the cousins would all be there and the Aunts and Uncles and I liked those Christmas's the best.  

As Ive gotten older I've come to realize that a for me, Christmas has nothing to do with presents.  For many years when I trained horses the holiday was spent on the road.  Hauling horses to some show circuit trying to finish out the year end points race. Usually alone.  I don't miss that one bit.  

At this point in my life everyday is like Christmas for me.  I've had a pretty good life.  In spite of trying to screw it up most of the time. I really have enjoyed most of it.  I fell extremely fortunate to have been born in America.  For all its faults, no matter what you hear on the news.  The rest of the world wants to be us.  I am healthy.  Sure right now I am struggling with my back, but I've been through that before and basically I'm a tough bastard and I will trudge along until I get it fixed this time as well.  I have a great dad and sister that love me I don't get to see them enough, but they too are healthy and getting along well.  Over the years I have collected a group of friends that without question I am fortunate to have.  Some of them I don't see often enough, but I always feel their connection and love.  I've been privileged to made a living what I loved to do.  While I trained horses I loved it.  I had good stock, good customers and it allowed me to show all over the United States and see the country that we live in.  There is diversity and beauty everywhere here.  Ive been lucky enough to have the loyalty and love of many good dogs.  At one point I traveled by myself with 4 or 5 of them.  It was like a never ending circus of canine entertainment and love.  Living in America has allowed me to have hobbies that I never thought I would and I need to remind myself not to take for granted.  Camping, Traveling, a stint trying to fly R/C planes, FAILURE, Snowmobiles, fishing, and now sports car racing, as well as owning a large and fantastic group of cars along the way.  

Most of all, I now have  married into an extended family that brings joy to my heart everyday, and a husband that literally fills my heart with love. When my nephew was married my dad stood up before everyone and gave a little speech on how special marriage was.  It was totally unlike him to do something like that, but you could tell without a doubt how he felt about my mother and how serious the institution of marriage was for him. Until I was married, I had no idea what he was talking about.

 Waking up to Brian's smiling  eyes every morning is like being born again.  If I was able to, my gift to the world would be for everyone to get to experience the same thing.  So today when we sit down to dinner and I look across the table at the man I love I will know that I have everything in life that is important.  So Everyday is Christmas for me.  

Merry Christmas everyone!!!

The Gentleman racer.

When I first started racing.  almost a whole ten years ago.  I was lucky to become track friends with an accomplished racer.  Sadly we lost him a few years ago, and  like many things you don't realize how someone has affected your life, or how much influence they had until they are no longer around.  This friend had great cars and great skill, and always took the time after a race to stop by my trailer and spend 15 minutes of his time discussing how my race went.  He almost always was in the top two cars and would usually put a lap on me during the race.  Initially when he would come to talk I would be horrified that he might be coming by to tell me how I had screwed up.  Which may have been the case, but he never made it seem like that.  It was always about passing, or using the accelerator pedal or when and how much to brake.  Always a positive 15 minutes or so about race craft.  I hope some how he knows just how much those talks meant to me and how much I think back on them now. 

We are all just Amateur racing enthusiasts at our level.  Driving many types of cars that we are passionate about.  Various income levels and racing budgets and skill levels.  Competitive to a fault sometimes.  Passionate and Emotional sometimes, always wanting to be the best.  I actually had some skills when I started.  I was fast, and usually made the right moves at the right time.  Over the last few years, time, budget, and life has taken its toll and I have lost my edge.  I still loved to race, but had lost the direction that I needed to be good at it. A year ago at the ProAutoSports Thanksgiving weekend.  We were building a new car, going through some teething pains and not getting along so well.   A fellow racer and good friend came up to me after the qualifying race and said he needed me to bring the car by for him to look at because he knew I was not that bad a racer and I was making moves that weren't good.  A not so subtle, much needed reminder to get my shit together.  It was a reminder of how this sport should be and was meant to be.  Road racing at the amateur level is not NASCAR.  There are no sponsors or T.V. contracts. Just a bunch of local car nuts paying the bill to race whatever make and model car they are passionate about.  It was a reminder to me, to keep your car in good working order.  You're not the only one that is out there competing and if your car breaks at the wrong time there are consequences.  It was a reminder that this is a small community and you dont want to be that guy that the rest of the racer mother fuck because your on track behavior is one sided and reckless.  It was a reminder that we are all responsible for racing with integrity and honesty, we class our cars, we have an opportunity during every race to act responsibly and be an example of how good amateur racing should be.  Don't get me wrong, he is the fiercest competitor there is as we all should be, but it was a reminder to me of what acceptable track behavior is. 

I would like to think that I have spent the last year re-learning most of those traits and becoming the gentleman racer I should be and that the sport deserves.  Maintain your car because your safety and the safety of people you call your friends depends on it.  Nobody wants to be that guy what causes a wreck and ruins it for everybody else.  If you do, be humble and accept the responsibility.  If you re on the front row at the start remember that everybody behind you is relying on you to be smart and play fair.  Jumping the start is cheating.  You may get away with it, but there are subtle ways and not so subtle ways you can be brought to see the error of your ways.  Most of all be a smart racer.  We are racing for a club trophy.  Your tires cost more.  We are out there to win, but we are also out there to hone our craft and become the best we can be. 

I LOVE THIS SPORT,  more than I ever thought I would.  I love the cars I love the people, I love the camaraderie and the competition but most of all I love learning how to race and be a better racer. 

Oh and that gentleman who called me out a year ago, has most definitely evolved in the Gentleman racer that we all look up to and will lead us into the future for a time as an example of where the bar is. 

My Obsession with this election

     Much to Brian's consternation I have become obsessed with this years mid term election.
Basically because of all the elections that I have been privileged to have voted in, I think this one is the most important.  We have a divided country here.  Divided by individuals who have vastly points of view.  This did not happen overnight.  It has been a long slow process of indoctrination for some members of society.   For the first time during this election I feel like our way of life is being threatened.  The very fabric of what makes America great is going away.  Down an un sustainable path.

    On the one side, there are factions of the population who basically live irresponsibly and prefer to make the government pay for their mistakes.  The believe in open borders, but not open doors. They want free health care to pay for their poor life choices.  They want free meds to combat their various conditions.  They have no clue how to raise a child and they want free day care, and free higher education.  They have no dreams or sense of real commitment.  They feel they are entitled to live the benefits of other peoples struggles.  Their lives revolve around mid level employment, that have few hobbies beyond parties and travelling overseas, and frankly for all the complaining about charity and humanity basically they have none. They believe that you can erase history from the country and the history books and hide the discretions of the past and all will be right.  God forbid you disagree with their beliefs because if you are different than their status quo then you are labelled a racist, bigot, facist, to list just a few of the nicer things.  Some of the farther ones to the left even make death threats on your Facebook page.  I just chalked that up to a drunken  rage reaction to failing mental health do to a body destroyed by years of alcoholism and meds.  Those same people who scream we need open borders and like to travel to Europe where immigration laws are far stricter than ours citing how progressive Europe is, are completely blind to the cost of living there and the compete lack of civil freedoms. Sure our families immigrated here, but they came to build an country and not work and send money home.

    On the other side is me.  I believe in the chance for a good education, a good job and a good life.  I dont want the government or big insurance companies making medical decisions for me.  I believe in manufacturing products here at home.  I believe the higher education system is a colossal failure.  Not everyone who graduates can be in a white collar job.  We used to be a nation of builders and not just a nation of consumers.  I believe that our history should be preserved and studied and used as an example of how not to make the same mistakes again.  I refuse to let my income and my taxes go to pay for other people irresponsible lifestyle.  I fear that higher taxes fueled by more and more social programs will decrease my income so I will no longer be able to enjoy the life that I have worked so hard to attain in the first place.  You see my summer doesnt revolve around going to one pool party after another.  I rarely socialize at bars and while I may not have enough friends to fill a basketball court, the ones I do have I have had for a long time and they are strong solid friendships.  I dont socialize with individuals who believe their opinion is the only one who counts and I should follow their beliefs.  I believe in honoring our country, our constitution, and our flag.  I believe fiercely in the 1st amendment and the right to free speech.  I fear and dislike hate speech as much as anybody else but I believe in ones right to say what he believes.  I think it is your parents responsibility to raise you as a confident enough member of society to recognize not to believe hate speech.

    The arguments by the left in this country and unilateral.  If you dont conform then you do not deserve to be here.  True ignorance and bigotry at its best.  I am voting early and encouraging all those conservatives to get out there and vote this time.  Vote as if your way of life depends on it because this time it does.  If we follow along the with the vision that the left has created we will become a third world country in no time.

Old dogs do learn new tricks.

    I have be driving on track for 10 years now.  I have been in race group and driving door to door for the last 7 of those years.  Time flies when you are having fun.  In that time I've driven Three different cars that I have owned.  All Corvettes and each one dramatically different than the others.  Personally I see no reason to go to the track and spend money for gas, tires, car repairs, entry fees, hauling fees etc unless I am actually in Race Group.  For me, I never thought I would ever get the opportunity to drive a race car and frankly I am sure that every time I get to, its one more time than I deserve. 

Driving on track seemed to come fairly easy for me.  I can drive fast, not always consistently any more, but I could when I first started.  I havent had the seat time recently that I did when I first started racing, and I thought that was the biggest contributor to my inconsistency. 

This weekend I had a revelation.  In the last year I have spend countless hours watching road racing.  On the T.V.  the internet.  Mainly sports cars each one in their own spec series.  IMSA, Continental Tire, DTM, British Touring Car, WEC Endurance Series, Porsche Cup, Lamborghini Trofeo Cup, if there was a road racing series run some where I have been watching.  While I certainly did not run two days full of perfect laps this weekend.  For the first time EVER, I used my brain to make moves that were important to the outcome of the race.  I still missed the apex on a few corners, braked too early some times, and stood on the gas too soon and too hard some times, But I also recognized when and where I was going to be able to pass some of my competition. 

I made three great passes this weekend.  Each one required thought, planning and patience and quick decision making.  There are three major things that I figured out.  First.  When an opportunity to pass arises, take it.  Be in position so that you can cleanly and safely make the pass.  Even though you may be able to run faster laps, you may not get the chance again. Second.  Plan when you are going to pass the car in front of you.  All three of my great passes started with recognizing on the previous lap that if I was in the right position the door would open and I could make the right moves.  Third. Stop worrying about the car behind me and drive my line.  As long as I am not driving like an idiot, its their job to make the pass the right way.  I know of two occasions where the car didnt have the room to make a good pass and when I shut the door driving my line, they lost enough momentum so that they could not recover and catch me.  I myself have done that several times. 

We raced this weekend with ProAutoSports at Inde Motorsports Ranch.  We were going to go to NASA Nationals and frankly the cost to go was just to much after fixing the car when I backed it into the wall.  It was Brians first time to go to Inde.  Its a very special place for me.  It a difficult track to learn and drive correctly, and I've made some great friends there.  I have wanted to take him there since we started dating.  The ProAutoSports family as usual made it a great experience and he cant wait until we go back next year. 

Those of you who know the track will understand why I think my three passes were great.  All three of them were while running counter clockwise.  Personally I dont like that direction, but it does require you to think.  The first pass was during the Qualifying race.  I was chasing Bill Pfeiffer in his M3 and James Cantrel in his 64 Corvette,  both have more power.  Bills car has a bigger top speed and Jims 327 leave a corner likes a rocket ship.  I was able to close on them in the curves around the house and we would all enter the straight where they would outrun me.  About three laps from the end I realized that if I would lay back a little and get a better run coming on to the straight I could keep up with them.  Two laps from the end I had a huge run just as we entered the straight and I caught them and went to the outside of Bill to the right and ran right up to Jims bumper.  I never lifted and his 327 launched like a rocket and I motored right past Bill.  Planning and opportunity.  I was so excited that I thought this out and made it happen. 

In the feature race Bill skated past me at the start and there ended up with 4 cars in a pack racing for position.  An RX7 GTU car and Jim Cantrells Corvette again were ahead of me after the start.  It took me about 5 laps to realize the guy driving the RX7 would lay back driving the section past the pits.  Its a REALLY fast and fun downhill with a left and right at the end.  I got a big run coming off the carousel turn and passed him going between his car and the pit wall.  I almost wet my pants it worked so well.  Two passes where I used my brain.  Then all that was left was to pass Jim in his Corvette.  I cannot express how much I respect this man.  Racing with him is practically a dream come true.  He can drive anything.  He has competed everywhere at some of the country's best tracks.  I hope some day I am as competent in a car as he is.  I spent several laps trying to keep up with him down the straight, hugging him close during the curves and he would just outrun me down the straight and I could not get close enough to pass him.  There was no way I could out run him so I decided as a last ditch effort to try and stay close enough and out brake him at the end.   Again I had to lay back and get a really good run on him coming on to the straight.  I had a full head of steam, flat in 4th coming on to the straight and got to his inside flank.  He pulled away as before and I tucked in behind him.  I stayed flat until we approached the end of the straight and when he went to the brakes I popped out to his left and then braked after he did.  Pass made and I basically parked in the corner and stayed ahead of him.  Without exception it was the biggest moment I've had racing.  All this with out antilock brakes.  I have to say I'm starting to love not having them.  Its making me a much better driver.

 I realize unless your a racer this is boring as hell to read.  But if you've made it this far I hope it has encouraged you to do something you've always wanted to do.  If I can learn to be a better driver you can learn to do what you desire as well.  Life is too short not to try and do the things we aspire to. 

Thanks to ProAutoSports, Jim, Diane, Bob, Jan, Hurley, Naomi, Jeff, Adrian, Dan, Brian, Richard, Kevin, Leroy and Shirette, Craig, Tracy, Junior, Matt, and Jim Cantrell for a perfect racing weekend.  It takes the sting out of not going to COTA,

Another Black Eye.

So yesterday some of you may have noticed an interesting exchange between me and a liberal on my Facebook page.  He apparently doesn't have the same views as I do and felt the need to say some pretty disparaging things about me, my mother, my life, and was so kind as to actually threaten to kill me twice.  All in all it was just pretty interesting and I've waited until today to respond to some of his issues. 

I really don't care what you have to say about my mother.  I am sure that we have said worse about each other to each other,  but its just tacky to say something about someones mother. 

You can say whatever you like about me.  I've been picked on my whole life,  I'm a big guy I'm used to it and I can take it. 

Threatening to kill me is hysterically funny.  I'm probably the only Fag you know who has been arrested twice for assault.  Bring it on you diseased heap of pus.  I'm pretty easy to find and I have a great deal of pent up aggression.  A little extra exercise is a good thing. 

The worst part about the whole thing is that you have succeeded in validating the main reason straight people are afraid of the gay agenda.  You see, straight people don't care who your having sex with, when or how or any thing about it.  They don't care if you want to get married they don't care if you want to march naked in a parade.  They do however care when you insist in pushing your values, morality, and opinions on them.  Your Hitler like insistence that everyone must follow your beliefs is why the straight and christian communities are afraid of you and why the gay community is experiencing a push back from them. 

I don't know why you chose to have such an impassioned reaction to my post,  alcohol abuse, being on your meds so long that it has started to affect your brain function, or some serious emotional issue that you are experiencing right now.  I just hope that you find the help you need to come to terms with your issues. 

Two Queens and a Wedding Cake

    I wasnt going to comment on this issue again but a few people have asked me so I think I will.

As you know this week the Supreme Court overturned a Colorado Circuit court ruling that a Colorado Business had to make a cake for a gay couple.  Basically the Supreme Court said the Colorado Court was not unbiased in its opinion.  Everybody is saying this is a victory for the church and religion and a loss for gays and equal rights.

Everybody is a loser on this issue.

        I have watched three different interviews with the gay couple.  They didnt live in Colorado full time.  The wedding was not in Colorado, it was to be for a reception there for their friends.  They claim to be devastated, embarrassed and humiliated by the refusal.  Honestly, those are completely unqualified feelings as far as I'm concerned.  The baker just said no.  He did not make fun of them, he did not put a sign on the door that he refused to make them a cake.  He didnt call all his friends and tell them about the gay couple.  He said no and gave a reason valid to him.  This was not a slap against gay rights the man does not actively campaign against them.  He simply said because of his religious beliefs he did not want to make a cake.  They should have acted with dignity and gone on to the next place.

     I have also watched a few interviews with the baker.  While I think religion is the single most bigoted and racist institution allowed to legally operate.  I believe this man was well within his rights to refuse to bake a cake if he lives what he believes.

     When we ordered our cake, We happened to order a cake from someone who had never made a cake for a gay wedding or even had any gay friends.  She actually made some unintended off color remarks about fudge filling and such while we were ordering the cake.  We played along, ordered the cake and everything else went off without a hitch.  Since the wedding she has seen us a couple times in the store and will stop working and walk around with us chatting.  She asks us questions about being a gay married couple and seems genuinely interested in our lifestyle.

    Had we acted offended and made an issue about her off color humor, we would have missed the opportunity to allow her to see that gay a couple can be just like any other couple and the chance to make a new friend.  It was an unintended opportunity to enlighten someone who otherwise had no idea what gay people were like and to fight the stereotypes portrayed in the media. 

    There were so many things wrong with this case.  The gay couple should have not been so sensitive and used their brains and realized this was not a discrimination of the gay lifestyle, but rather one individuals deep belief in his faith.  I dont understand why they would want to pay someone for a service when he doesnt approve of their lifestyle anyway.  They made the wrong choice to involve a lawsuit. 

     The state of Colorado and the courts failed to recognize that in the one of the reasons people immigrated here to begin with was freedom of religion.  They failed to protect that. 

     The baker.  Who may be a devout christian failed to make a decision without influence by the church.  Any sane individual should be able to recognize when undue influence in being placed on your decision making by an institution. 

     Unfortunately what people are going to remember about this is not that gay rights took a hit from the supreme court, but two gay men had a temper tantrum about not getting a pretty wedding cake. 
Just makes the rest of us gay humans look bad. 

Knowing when to read the little signs.

     There is a point to this one, but it may take a little time to find it. 

I have started going to the gym at 6am because I have to be to the office by 8:30.  There is a collection of  "older" men that all work out at that time.  They dont actually work out together, just at the same time and they all sit there and have coffee afterwards.  They are fun,  relaxed, nice guys and I have become friends with a few of them.   If you dont know.  I nutted up and wrecked the new race car this weekend.  I think its completely fixable but the timing is really poor.  It has been hard for me to learn to race it because it is different than the other one.  This weekend was different.  I was actually really enjoying the car and turning the fastest laps at the east track that I ever have.  It was a joy I think the only thing in life I have enjoyed more was getting married.  Until I lost it on the right hander which I tried to do without braking and backed it into the pit wall.  Which I knocked over.  I dont know how fast I was going but it was by far the hardest hit I have experienced.  I have worn a silver Tiffany choker since Mark passed away. It was his.  The impact actually broke the choker, it stretched a link far enough that is fell off me into my drivers suit.

      I have been trying to not be upset about it and then somebody put some shit on Facebook about it and I've still put on a happy face and today I was whistling in the locker room at the gym.  One of the old guys said well somebodys happy today.  I said not really but I am working on it. Thats when he said " you must be like my son.  He struggles with happiness and I have to go visit him at the hospital this morning"  I asked why and he replied.  "heroin overdose".  Now that is some reality at 7am.  makes my feeling sorry for myself for wrecking the race car pretty damn insignificant. 

     Time to read the signs.  I have the happiest life I could have.  A wonderful husband and in-laws that I have fallen in love with as well.  I have a wonderful sister. The best friends anyone could have. A great house, a great job and I get to enjoy my hobbies with all of them.  Not one thing here that is any bigger than a bump in the road.  I am not going to wear the choker any more.  Time to focus on the future, what I have right in front of me and this awesome life I have ahead of me. 

Some times its the little signs that we need to pay the most attention too. 

Some Special Moments

I think there are moments in our lives that make such and impression on us that we will always cherish and remember them.

I have always been a car nut.  I love race cars as a little kid.  Hot wheels, model cars, toy trucks etc.  My Dad had a friend who was a police officer and he had a black C3 Corvette.  He used to come by the house sometimes and I fell in love with that car.  Its when I first started loving Corvettes.  I always dreamed and imagined racing one some day.  Time went on and dreams and desires take a back seat to real life and the real world and we put those dreams of younger years on hold.  The dedication and time requirements of being in the horse business put a lot of my "real world" desires on hold.  The horse business is an all consuming industry whether you are a hobbyist or a professional trainer, it is a responsibility that never gets put on the back burner.  I've owned Corvettes for the last 20 years and finally got the opportunity to track them when I moved to Arizona in 2009.  My Childhood dream had finally come true.  I admit it is everything that I imagined it to be.  The childlike excitement I fell unloading the car each time at the track never seems to go away.  It always stirs my emotions.  There is an indescribable feeling for me arriving and driving at a legendary track like Laguna Seca.

Since I started racing Ive longed to be able to share this amazing hobby with my partner, husband  and especially my father.  Neither if which I thought would be possible.  Little did I know that a chance meeting would bring the most amazing man into my life that I would not only get to marry, but would actually share my passion for cars and racing.  The last 18 months watching Brian evolve on track first driving his Audi S3 then the C5 fixed roof Corvette, to his R8 less than a month after buying it and wrecking the Vette to now driving the C5 Coupe has been truly magical for me.  I was always proud of the progress my horse clients made and I am the same way with those who I instruct in the car.  Especially Brian,  watching his confidence grow and him getting faster has been great.

This weekend was Brian's first weekend participating in race group.  I decided that is would be a good place to start because it was a track that he was comfortable with.  It also happened that for Christmas he gave his dad a New Members instruction day with ProAutoSports.  I was his instructor.  Saturday was his dads day and I instructed him on his first two track sessions, Brian rode with him on his third and I gave him a ride in the car on his fourth.  He did a fine job for his first time. Driving a car he has never been in, not street legal anymore and set up to race.  Its not like taking your daily driver to the track to ride around in.  The guys at ProAutoSports were awesome as usual making a good day even better.  I cant thank them enough for making this a special weekend for everybody.

Since I've started racing Ive wanted to share a racing weekend with my father.  The stars and the planets have never aligned and Ive given up on that ever happening. I never imagined that I would marry into a family that would allow me the opportunity to share that experience with my father in law.  I'm not always easy to deal with and every one that knows me knows that I am far from perfect but they have taken me in and accepted me the way that I am right from the start.  I have cherished every moment with them. 

I didn't completely hold up my end of the bargain this weekend.  Brian has gotten faster than me in the car and he did a great job qualifying the car third over all and 1st in class !!!!  I had a great position for the qualifying race, halfway through the first lap I looped the car in front of the rest of the field and spun off track killed the motor and had to re cycle the main power switch to get the car to fire.  When I finally got back on track I was a half lap behind.  Should make for some good video if I choose to upload it.  After a scolding from my mother in law about controlling myself during the first lap I managed to finish the main race 3rd overall and 2nd in class. I totally cost us a chance at a win. 

It was amazing to pull into the pits and park next to the trailer and see my new family happy and smiling back at me. I cant begin to express how that feels. 

The 2018 Elections

     With everything going on in Washington today.  The fighting between the right and the left and the state that the country is in.  I have a had a few thoughts that I think are relevant to the upcoming mid term elections. 

    First.  you do realize that the Russia Investigation, spouse abuse, paying a porn star, and the miserable excuse we have now for the FBI, absolutely no work is being done by the congress and the senate.  Health care needs to be fixed.  Immigration, our roads and bridges.  Medical Marijuana, CDL licensing, Viable alternative energy, inheritance taxes unemployment, banking regulations, , etc.  Just a few things that should have been addresses 35 years ago.  Since I have been voting these same issues come up year after year.  Just take the last 12 months.  Have any single issues been handled. 

     Just think about what they are doing in Washington and if it is doing anything to improve your daily lives.  WE ELECT people to run this country and handle the issues that we dont have time, energy or money to handle ourselves.  Our elected officials have one singular responsibility.  To run our country.  I dont want them in my bedroom and I dont care what they do in ours.  I dont want them passing moral judgement on me and I dont give on shit about their morals.  I want them to do the job they were elected to do.  Our media is out of control and they are in control of the issues that we see in front of us every day.  They never,  NEVER as an important or relevant question.  They are too busy pissing about a $160k payment for sex that happened before our president took office to ask why havent the congress and senate gotten to work for the people. 

    This fall when you go to the polls think about a few things.  We dont have to settle with the candidate choices we have.  We can write in.  We can leave blank, we can simply not vote for the choices we have.  Its been a year since they have done any real work so sending them back to the drawing board and coming up with real candidates.  If they cant work on programs that make our every day lives better.  They dont need to be in Washington.  They need to lose their special perks and privileges have to live with the same health care that we have.   The same laws for sexual abuse,  No more paying for their sins.  If they get in trouble they need to be out. 

    Every sane person knows the president has no real power.  Our country is run by the senate and the congress.   Its time they were made to do the work they were elected to. 

The Womens March, I guess its just a matter of perspective.

     Frankly,  I don't exactly understand all this woman's march stuff.  These women they show on T.V.  Where do they come from.  They are not like any of the women that I grew up with, was raised by, or circulate in my life now. 

     I was raised around strong intelligent women.  My grandmothers were housewives who did what was expected of them at the time.  They worked outside the home when needed. They raised their children took care of their husbands they were married to business owners and farmers and they worked hard everyday and complained little and I never knew them to be unhappy with the lives they led.  This wasn't some utopia, it was real life.  My mother is a strong intelligent woman who worked a real job owned her own business, worked with my father, raised us and I never ever though she was oppressed.  She raised a strong intelligent daughter who has never had a problem with being oppressed.  I have an entire brood of female cousins who are strong willed, educated, intelligent non oppressed women. 

    When I did date women they were strong intelligent educated purposeful women.  They grew up and matured into exceptional humans.  Definitely not a group of oppressed women with vagina's on their heads. 

   The women that I have associated in my life have not been that way either.  All of the women that were in my various 4-H clubs, high school sports teams, high school class mates etc. are not indicative of the women that you see marching.  They've grown up to run cities, manage portfolios, have modeling, nursing, law careers.  My Music teacher, 4-H leader, were strong take control women who were far from oppressed. 

    Even in my everyday life today I am surrounded by and have been surrounded by completely independent, intelligent, respected women.  The horse industry is full of women who run businesses and their lives responsible for the lives of countless horses and customers and youths that they have raised.  My adult women friends run businesses, they are bank presidents, single mothers, and small business owners, they raise respectful intelligent children.  Most of the women that I know today are married to successful men who with out question treat them as equals.  Most of the men that I know treat those women with the same  special love and respect that my father treated my mother. 

     None of these women are marching with vagina costumes on demanding for rights that they already have.  They don't get government checks for child care or health care or women's health issues, and if they did.  They would do it respectfully and regrettably until they were able to support themselves without the help of the government. 

    When I see these women on the news they are like no other women that Ive known.  First of all they all look dirty. Do these women bathe?  The majority of them are dressed like they are homeless.  They tend to all look like the women you see on Facebook being made fun of at Wal-Mart.  How can you be taken seriously when you look like a zoo animal.  My mother used to say " you want something to cry about?, I'll give you something to cry about".  How would these women like it if they didn't have any rights.  The hell with health care and prenatal care lets take away their voting rights and their rights to drive and work get an education like most of the third world countries.  The comparisons that I have seen made between the women's rights marchers and the Chinese people who march against the government and through Tiananmen square are ludicrous at best.  Those people in China have no rights.  They cant even get pregnant without government permission.  This lazy group of marchers wouldn't make it a day living in China.  And Whoopi Goldberg and various other celebrities giving speeches and marching are just as big a joke.  The public pays you to be entertaining, so frankly shut the fuck up and try and entertain us.  You have chosen your life and you have no valuable opinion as far as I'm concerned. 

    None of the women I have known are like these women.  I'm sad there are so many in America who frankly seem to have very little to contribute and just want to take from the rest of us.