My burning question of the moment- where should I have my heart attack, in terms of who offers the best health care? USA, UK or Germany?
The reason is that I have had the best race track catering ever today.
Since the team is sponsored by bacon, we had bacon for breakfast, and bacon wrapped sausages for lunch. Brilliant.
Another question- what’s the deal with those four way intersections with stop signs in all directions? Everyone sits there awkwardly, before edging forward.
Blow that, I’m taking the initiative, and going for it.
Final question- what’s the deal with the red rear indicators??
So today was qualifying day at Sonoma, a lot of effort for everyone to lob up for only a single lap of action!
I was going to go up to the top of the mountain with Tim the spotter, but he took off while I was chatting in the hauler. So I spent the session on the pit lane, still pretty cool.
Marcos put it on P2 after an engine drama coming to the green flag… what could have been.
Watched the first 15 laps of the K&N Pro Series West race- there were four cautions in that time, so I left.
Perfect weather, a Mustang, California- so I just started driving, not really knowing where I was going.
Wound up in Napa, which is like Movie Scene USA. Everything is manicured to within an inch of its life.
Got lost further and wound up at an outlet shopping centre. Bad news, credit card copped a bashing.
Wound up using my male internal compass to drive back east, and stumbled upon Sonoma.
Stopped off at the Kunde winery- amazing place. Terrific wine, and a brilliant facility.
Home earlyish so I can get everything together to depart tomorrow morning- off to the track for race day, then back to the hotel over the road for one last night in the area prior to moving south to SF on Monday.
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Is it spooky that I asked exactly the same questions that you did? But, your Mustang will have those really cool three stage rear indicators, that as you say, use the brake lights….. Which makes it really strange! You have that split second of jumping to your own brake pedal, thinking the bloke in front is performing some sort of one stop light kamikaze stunt in front of you….