So how on earth did I come out with a small SUV then? Did I get talked into it by the salesman? Was it a last minute, impulse buy? The answer to both of the latter questions there are a resounding no. I went to the dealership with the express purpose of test driving a specific Equinox that I had already been discussing back and forth with the dealer through email and to see what they would give me for my HHR. As a matter of fact we had already done most of the haggling about the Equinox over email, and I had already been approved for financing. It was just a matter of details. I went in knowing full well what an HHR was worth thanks to KBB.com as a trade in (you can also see what you can expect to get for it if you sell it yourself- something I did NOT want to go through the hassle of trying to do).
I posted this on my Facebook yesterday…but realized this morning while I was driving to work that I probably should have posted it here too:
I haven’t said much about the incident at Canandaigua because I can’t. I can only envisage the heartbreak the Ward family feels. I am also crushed for Tony. I know in my heart that, despite some claims, it was not intentional. I can only imagine how this weighs on him.
What I can say is that the nearly instantaneous vilification of Stewart last night and today has disheartened me more than I can express and has made me seriously wonder about the nature of humanity.
I meant that- and as you probably noticed Misty was the one who wrote her opinion about the accident because I just didn’t have the heart to post anything. Between social media trolls unleashing personal attacks on fans who were trying to make sense of a tragedy in their own internet spaces and the sensationalistic and downright misinformed mainstream “media” I am still reeling and severely disappointed in what I saw of human nature. Sure maybe I look at the world through rosy colored glasses but I like that color because it makes the world I live in liveable.
Tony’s not panicking yet:
“Especially with the new rules package this year, I don’t think anybody is in panic mode. We’re still learning these cars and going to tracks for the first time in the season. Six or eight weeks before Richmond, then you start panicking if you don’t have that win. I think it’s still too early to panic, at least for us.” Tony Stewart, Pocono Pre-race Team Release 2014
Side note…this is the first paragraph of the team release for Pocono that I pulled my quote from:
Brussels sprouts rarely make an appearance on anyone’s list of favorite foods. And why would they? They’re a leafy, green vegetable that, depending on how they’re prepared, can have a questionable texture and bitter taste. Yet, they’re packed with nutrients, including anticancer properties, earning them “it’s good for you” status from generations of moms.– Tony Stewart Pocono 400 pre-race team release
I don’t know what it says about me- but I like Brussels sprouts (and no I am not a mom).
*TQMS= The Quotable Mr. Stewart. Click here for previous TQMS posts.
One of my Facebook friends shared the above picture on my wall a while back (Hi Shannon!) and I just love it on so many levels. First off it’s just a beautiful picture- I could hang that in my office or something if I had a copy. But it’s more that than- it’s the face that it’s a race way. Even though it’s technically a drag strip in North Carolina I have never been to and I am a NASCAR girl from California – this photo has me jonesing hard to be at a race track. (more…)
If you know me- you know I love to take pictures. If you know me you also know that I am a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to those pictures so I can come back from any given event or outing with 300-3000 pictures and only find maybe 50 that I actually like (sometimes more- occasionally less). Here are some of my favorite pictures from the Kobalt 400 Race:
I don’t know why but I love this one of Tony Stewart’s number 14 pulling out of his garage stall- which happened to be directly under me at the time:
So several weeks ago I promised you all a story at the end of this post about the first Chase race. Really it’s the story of my first ever race…and I am not talking my first NASCAR race.
Not so long ago in a galaxy not so far away- back when the IRL series was known as the CART series, my dad decided that my fandom of motorsports was not a flash in the pan and I think secretly he was thrilled. The Indy cars were coming to Laguna Seca- which is very close to where we lived. At the time I was into that series (I lost interest in it when CART split into IRL and CHAMP and half of my favorite drivers went one way and half went the other way). Since I had always shown a love of racing and specifically CART at the time- my dad laid down what I know was big bucks for him at the time for weekend grandstand tickets in Turn 11 as well as weekend paddock passes for the two of us for the race in Monterey. I was a teenager at the time- so it was probably somewhere around 1990-1991 I think. My parents even excused my absence from school so that we could take full advantage of our weekend tickets. (more…)
I learned to drive in a Ford Limited (LTD). I don’t know the year but if I had to guess I would say it was an ’84 maybe at the newest. I know my parents traded in their red Pontiac Starfire (I think it was a ’75- I called her ladybug) for it because my brother and I were getting too big to fit in the back of the Starfire without our knees being under our chins- not to mention the close proximity to each other- enough to poke and otherwise torment each other the way siblings do and then call out with our tattletale refrains from the back seat:
“ARG!! He’s touching me!”
“No!! I’m not touching her! Mom she’s got her foot on me!”
Yeah we were that family.