What the f**k are you talking about! I approached him politely at Road Atlanta and ask him to sign my Sebring ticket stub....he told me to f**k off! that he didn't have time for useless hanger-on's like me. Just another overpaid, over-rated, prima donna if you ask me

These racing fans today, not like the good old days at Indy where you'd find some bloke passed out before the race even started, in one of the infield golf course sand traps wearing nothing but a jock strap, cowboy boots and a grin. Like I said, race fans today...Yeesh! They even drink light beer for gods sake! If that doesn't say worship me I'm fabulous, nothing does

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