This is Jason taking off from Infineon Raceway. I have had the displeasure of being behind him on Gruppe drives. He is proof that horsepower means nothing. On our last drive, climbing up narrow winding roads and hugging the mountainsides, Jason kept doing that thing where he gets way ahead of the pack and waits at the turn outs and acted incredibly bored. I use to do this too when I went mountain biking with my friends. I’d wait for them on the side of the trail and if I really wanted to rub it in their face I’d make sure they see me having a cigarette.
On the third turnout, I got out of the car and started yelling at him. I did that baseball thing where the players kick dirt on the umpires shoes and pressed my forehead against his face. I got ugly and had no shame. I think I might have yelled “God save the Queen” which of course made no sense. I just saw red, embarrassment and gravel.
Kick dirt Jason.
EDIT: Sinnerman says I need to make it clear that the above was written in jest and that I need to add stupid smiley faces. 😉 😉 😉