Adding unnecessary, additional evidence to my being awesome, the Admissions office at UNH still wears two of my photographs in its receiving area/waiting room. It must have been four years now since I put those up. It's kind of neat to think that something I made has added to the first impressions of new students.

Funny. I thought laws were made by legislators. Judging by the state
if the sign, however, It appears someone else was under the same
impression.

* Note: The portion of the sign that originally read "DO NOT" has mysteriously disappeared.

My first time ever racing on a real race track. Louden is supposed to be one of the most technically difficult tracks in the world, and in my first day I was signed off to drive solo the next day.

Today, I was known to pretty much everyone as the 'smoker' - a huge plume of smoke jetted out of my tail pipe every time I put the hammer down... which was *very* often.

The brake pads and rotors are less than 24 hours old, and before this race, the tires had never been used.













I got to ride shot-gun in one of the instructor's cars - this two liter Alfa-Romeo STV2000 was no slouch. I think it had a lot to do with the driver, however: A very seasoned racer from Brazil, and really nice guy.














There were two other diesels racing at Louden
today, both more powerful than mine, and smoking less. I really need to race with a higher concentration of bio.


















This is what brand new R-compounds look like after a day of amateur racing. Notice the pieces of tire - from other cars, mind you - that got fused into mine. It was a really hot day, which didn't help, but I've never seen a tire *gain* tread by driving hard...

It was an altogether excellent day of racing. I did well enough not to be escorted to the exit with a stern look or by ambulance, and I had a great time meeting new, fellow enthusiasts, and gaining a *lot* of knowledge and understanding of the racing world.

But I still don't care for NASCAR.

Heading down to Braintree with Justin to retrieve my poor, sickly VW from CHill's evil clutches :) The man put on Cross-drilled rotors, ceramic brake pads, a new lift-pump and a little bit of magic. Damn thing runs like a dream now. I need to live closer to Braintree.

The Ampitheatre

Moving rocks tends to suck, however, the ampitheatre is really coming along.

Irony...

Am I off my rocker to find irony in this?

The lighting in the basement of the Page is not exactly first class,
so photos taken with the iPhone's built-in camera proved very 'meh'.
Despite this, Sheldon was able to snap this of me while listening to
my sister's friend's band. Freaky.

The araces Are Coming!

July 8 & 9 i'll be racing up in Louden on these new 15" R-compounds
(tread compound of 40). They'll fair a damn site better than my 17"
wheels with a tread compound of 360.

As the Greenland games approach, more and more things are falling into place. Today I purchased 12 plaids from Jo Ann Fabrics so each clan could have its very own tartan to fly during the competitions.