Toe to toe
Three times today, I came in second. Didn’t win a single race. That doesn’t happen all that often.
It also may have been the best day of racing I’ve ever had.
I show up on Friday and get set up. Get signed in. First three or four people I run into ask the same question: “Where’s Jake?”
“Homecoming dance,” I say.
Knowledgable nods. “But, it’s a race weekend,” say a couple of diehards, as if there’s nothing more important, but we all know there is.
Qualifying was a bust. I had brand new brake pads. They had to be bedded … Read more…