First off…as of this writing on Friday night I have further reason to believe Tony Stewart is trying to give me an ulcer. Why? First Practice Speed: 41st. Qualifying? 21st. I know, I know, it’s only practice…it’s only qualifying. But still it makes Amy very nervous… If Amy were BFM she would be able to tell you right now how many points Tony would lose (and thus drop in the standings) if Tony came in dead last- because her friend does these points calculations for her driver (Jeff Gordon)- in her head on the fly. Which amazes me. I am glad I can’t do math that quickly in my head because I would probably be wanting to vomit right now.
Anyway- on to my original point. The alumni association at my alma mater (which also happens to by my workplace) had a call out for former alumni to volunteer for the Concorso Italiano which is here in conjunction with the Concourse d’Elegance and the Monterey Historic Car races. Now I passed it up because I was flying solo at work…and if I weren’t there – there would be no helpdesk because my coworker and lead were both on vacation…and we are getting up to our busy time of year.
First I have to paint you a picture…when I drive to work- as much as I bitch about the drive- it really is not all that bad in the grand scheme of commutes. Its a 10 mile commute that takes me about 15-25 minutes depending mostly on tractors. Yes you read that right…tractors. Most of my commute is through farm land…where I drive by fields of produce like strawberries, lettuce, broccoli, etc. Anyway…I usually see nothing more than other commuters, lots of ag trucks and tractors….and every once in a while I see this guy who drives the same commute as I do but the opposite way driving an orange lotus (looks alot like this one). I figure he’s a doctor or lawyer. So that is my commute.
Today during my commutes into work and back home from work I saw: 3 Lamborghini’s, 5 Ferrari’s and countless porsches, two cute little rally cars of some sort and a couple of cars that I had no idea what they were but they were def there for the historic car races. The best one of them all? The really old guy in the older silver Lamborghini pulled over to the side of the road asking field workers for directions. I wish I had my camera more handy (it was in my purse on the floorboard on the passenger side…and I was going 65- so not handy). Anyway seeing all the cool cars got me wishing for a moment that I had volunteered to work. I could have seen all the gorgeous cars….I have always had a thing for Lamborghinis. I think I have mentioned that as a junior high student I had Lamborghini posters all over my room. Oh well…maybe next year.