I would love to do a trackday.
I was financially raped in a divorce in '04 and have since lost all my bikes. So my helmet and boots/etc all sit around staring at me, wondering why I ignore them. Sometimes I put them on and run around outside real fast to make them think I'm ona bike. The court order says I can't do that in my neighborhood at night anymore.
My neighbor has a Pacific Track Time sticker on his Jeep Cherokee, and I always start daydreaming about the track when I see his sticker. After hitting old man ellsworth and running over Mrs. Nguyens daffodils, now I'm not allowed to drive on my street either.
Please let me participate in your trackday!?!?

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