The Tricky Triangle

I know a few things about triangles, and I’ve never met one that wasn’t tricky. As an only child and a consummate third wheel, I’ve become a bit of an expert at examining all the angles.

Pocono. To be honest, the track reminds me a little of every relationship I’ve ever had. You come out of the gate fast with a lot of people in the way, but you don’t care. You hit the first corner racin’. You might be shaky, but you’re psyched - in it to win it, baby! Make it through that one and you’re committed (like the pig, not the chicken at breakfast). The road may be bumpy but as long as you’re in position, you’re okay. You see the second corner coming. You’re ready for it, but is your ride? Get through that and you’re cruising the next straight...but it’ aint easy! The track is rough, you gotta pick your groove, and the next turn comes up quicker than you think! Will it be for the worse? Time to start thinkin’ beyond the adrenalin, ‘cause once you’ve cleared turn three, it’s time to make a call. Whaddaya do...decisions, decisions! Maybe you’re in it for the long haul (or “long pond” as the case may be), but who knows what this course, your ride, or extraneous circumstances will throw at you. Without a good solid team in your pit and a spotter that’s got your back, you’re sunk.

Best of luck to all my boys, but my money’s on Kasey Kahne this Sunday. Why? ‘Cause three squared is 9, baby!

Every Little Girl's Dream

Okay, maybe it’s not every little girl’s dream, but it’s this little girl’s dream: I’m going to DAYTONA, baby! Stick that in your jock and itch it! How excited am I?!? Look out Daytona 500 2010, here I come and I can’t wait!!!

But, am I alone????

Is it weird that this “29” year old, over-educated, professional female from CANADA gets a tingle in her shorts each and every time she hears those sweet little words “Gentlemen, start your engines!”, or that my pulse starts racing right along with the boys after DW’s trademark “Boogity, boogity, boogity...” call?

Am I so strange? I don’t think so. Lot’s of chicks have a need for speed (everywhere ‘cept in the bedroom...and even then, a quicky green flag pit once in a while can be just what the doctor ordered). And it’s not just the race, it’s the MEN!!! My gawd it’s a veritable shmorg out there on the circuit. You can’t tell me Jeff Gordon’s eyes haven’t turned straight men gay and had a few lesbians switching jerseys. Feelin‘ hot, hot, hot! Good lord he’s good lookin’! But I digress.

Turns out the term “NASCAR chicks” is actually defined:

(noun) NASCAR chicks are women and girls who often are involved in the sport due to the sexiness of the drivers. They also enjoy the loud noises caused by the engines, and don’t mind being proud about they’re being a NASCAR fan. However, do not refer to these fragile creatures as rednecks, for they can become angered and violent. Their natural habitats include trailers, ingrounds, grandstands and on rare occasions, homes in the city (these species are endangered). They can drink any other girl under the table and aren’t afraid to kick ass. (Source: Urban Dictionary - www.urbandictionary.com).

Are we really endangered and is my mission in life to regenerate the species? We shall see.