All the wishes I made over the past year have not come true...I'm not at Le Mans.  Maybe next year.

Hey all.  It's been a while since I've been here.  Just wanted to say hello and catch up on all that I missed.

I've been out of the loop for a while but started catching back up with Sebring this year.  I thought Penske/Porsche was entering this year?  What'd I miss?

An updated Tee gets my vote.  Extra thanks to Robbo for getting my shirt to the States.  I wouldn't mind an umbrella or flag as long as I can get it back home.

Ridefast said it right, women like you are far too few.   A woman who loves racing, karting, and Porsches....Will you marry me?

How do you get out of France if they take your passport and license?  Do you have to get a new one when you get home?

done.

I wasn't able to make it either.  My wife and I had our first crumb snatcher late last year and I didn't even bother to suggest booking a flight across the pond to attend a race while she would be left with the new one.  There's next year though and he'll be 1 1/2.  Never too early to introduce em to the world of motorsports.

It's a shame not to see any Saleens on that list.  I think they are fantastic cars.  

Are they still being penalised?  If so, what do they have to do to be unrestricted?

BigH, is that a pic of the morning warm-up flip?

Aren't sex machines big boned?    

Now if they can only get those Lolas reliable we'd see a real fight.

Four Catholic mothers were having coffee together and
discussing how important their children are.

The first one tells her friends, "My son is a priest.
When he walks into room, everyone calls him "Father."

The second Catholic woman chirps, "Well, my son is a
bishop.  Whenever he walks into a room, people say,
"Your Grace."

The third Catholic woman says smugly, "Well, not to
put you down, but MY son is a Cardinal.  Whenever he
walks into a room, people say, "Your Eminence."

The fourth Catholic woman sips her coffee in silence.
The first three women give her this subtle "Well...?"

She replies, "My son is a gorgeous, 6'2", hard-bodied,
Chippendale's stripper.  Whenever he walks into a
room, people say, "OH MY GOD."

Who ever they were they were right. Mind you, it buys a fu cking high standard of misery.

And millions of people in the world have the one thing money can't buy: poverty.

Reminds me of a joke.  What's better than God, worse than the Devil, poor people have it, rich people want it?










Nothing.

lol!!