An early morning (5am alarm) for the drive to Willow Springs for some racing (finally). Having only been on track one day so far in 2007, I was ready to turn some laps. No cup race today, but Sunday (my first since getting my license), and today would be four run sessions. Brand new front tires were a worry, as it takes them awhile to scrub in and the rears are just about right.
So on the drive up, actually less than a 1/4 mile away from the track entrance, a coyote runs out from the right hand side of the road, running across in front of me. I slow, but luckily it wasn't that close. But of course it brought up a moment in time that will never leave my mind. I figure it was a message. I watched as the coyote ran off into the desert, and pondered what it meant. I'll never know, but took it as a sign to take it easy. Life is short. No sense making it any shorter.
