Welcome Race Fans. Now go away.

Without being too specific about the location of my new digs, I will say that a certain auto race is going to affect my ability to leave my apartment on Saturday and Sunday this weekend. And if you think I'm kidding, trust me; I am not. I have spent all week driving past vendors and life-sized posters of drivers while artfully avoiding the limited heavy traffic in the area. I think I'm going to cut my losses and head back to the Jesus Town this weekend and leave the racing to the fans. [i.e. the Dad and the brother-in-law (BIL from now on cause I'm sick of typing it out every time)]

And on a racing note... I cut through the airport this afternoon to avoid interstate traffic. [And anyone out there not from Indiana is clearly wondering how traffic around the airport can actually be the preferred route.] I was sitting at a light by the car rental places, and glanced at one of the other cars at the intersection. The guy driving the SUV looked really familiar and it took me a few seconds to place him. It was that driver who is sponsored by some tire company and does a commercial where he and another guy stand outside the mechanic's bay pretending that their cars are newborns. If I weren't so lazy, I'd look up his name. But if the Dad is reading, I know he'll promptly come to my rescue.

Saved him the trouble. It was this guy.