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So race wise I did ok, got to run with the big boys. Meaning porsches, vettes and a few pesky mini coopers. I placed 34th out of 60 cars in the group. The race almost did not happen. My racing jumpsuit was a bit big and i almost could not wear it. Duct tape saved the day. It was fun racing at watkins glen. Carrying on a long tradition of driving on it, both legally and illegally by my family. I guess back in the 60's and 70's my grandpa used to drive out there by brining a gate guard late at night to go out and run in his corvair. Kind of fun.

I will post some pix when I am awake enough to post them.

Grandmas funeral was nice. My drunkles showed up and whiskey shots flowed afterwards in true irish fashion.

Met some old buddies last night too and realized my hometown is a place where dreams go to die. I never like going back there. But t makes me take for granted what I have in Denver.

So off for some sleep and then some pix....