He's A Demon On Wheels

Last night a bunch of my sales staff and I went go-kart racing up in Mukilteo. My everyday wheels is a 1975 VW Bus, which as everyone knows has about as much get-up-and-go as a tortoise on Percodan. So, now way I'm gonna pass up a chance to do some serious race-driving (at speeds approaching 30 miles an hour!).

I got there a few minutes later than the rest of the group, who were already suited up in their white race-car-driver jumpsuits, complete with gloves, head sock and racing helmet. I snuck in the back of the pack, dressed in black from head-to-toe, grabbed an appropriately colored black helmet put it on - and Racer X was born!

Did pretty good too. Won my third heat (after placing third & second in my first two), and had the fastest single lap time out of a group of 16. Of course, I'm paying for it today, as these little lawnmower motored things vibrate like a mother, and there was so much contact between vehicles that we even got a stern reprimand from the track "official" (one of our bunch evidentally got it into his head that these were actually just souped-up bumper cars, and that the real purpose was to inflict as much bodily damage on the rest of us as possible. I may have a slight case of whiplash). Still, it was pretty fun, even if I'm bruised and sore in places that it's just not normal for me to feel bruised and sore in.

And as a result of all this, I missed Rick Miller's acoustic set at The Sunset Tavern, for which I am still feeling guilty -- or maybe that's just the bruises talking...