nostatic at all...

I remember watching Kevin Roush go from dfl (dead fucking last) to 2nd in the orange group cup race in Vegas last year. This time it was me in the race, and I didn't start dfl, but close (22 out of 26). But by the first lap, I was dfl. I hung on to the last group of 4 or so, but soon had the front runners in my mirrors. Not wanting to interfere with a class battle, I got out of it and let them by. Then soon there were others. And slowly the other back markers pulled away leaving me by myself. DFL. I was fighting the car all weekend, and today it was understeering horribly, and I could not get the car to turn-in at all. And I just didn't have the fire in the belly. I thought about just giving up about half way through. Then really thought about it when someone in my race class passed me (ie someone I should be running comparable times with). But figured that part of this lesson was humility, and perseverence. The car wasn't right. The tires were making it hard. I was fighting every turn. But I just kept going. Getting lapped. Whatever. Being last. Whatever. Finshing. Yes. Finishing.