nostatic at all...

I suppose that "north" is a destination. Or maybe it is a journey. Who knows? At any rate, north it was, ending up at Laguna Seca. A year ago I was racing my car. This year it was just to watch, spirited there 2-up and 2-wheeled. Oddly enough my old car was there. Matt, the new owner, was running it and having a good time. Though maybe I was back luck or something. Shortly after I got there and chatted with him in the paddock, he went out for his next run session. We were up on the hill watching cars come down the corkscrew. I noticed that I didn't see Matt and my old car. Upon returning to the paddock I saw the car coming back on a flatbed. Uh oh. Evidently he was getting into position on the grid and heard a "snap", then the steering wheel spun freely. A nut backed off and the spline on the rack got stripped. We all noted that he was lucky that didn't happen at speed on track. There also was a Boxster that rolled coming out of turn 9. Driver wasn't hurt, but I was reminded that while fun, racing isn't the safest thing in the world. Of course I'm riding 800+ miles in a weekend on a motorcycle so what do I know...