I aint good at much but I do reckon I am good at getting as much as possible from as little as close to nothing as any other self funded racer. It comes natural after enough years of chasing stupid plastic trophies and meaningless championships. The thousands of hours rehabbing injuries and not forget the least unsettling smell of a blown up engine coasting to a stop. All the struggle and the strife lead to few options for a desperado hell bent on never giving in and making the most at this one shot we get living a life on a rock hurtling through space. Racing: a reason to be better than those miserable adults you knew when you were not yet an adult. Either give up and give in to being a washed up old racer instead of a washed up old punk rocker who chose racing over religion, corporate greed, or conformity. Or give every bit of myself to a great cause. A reason to feel good. Is that so much to understand. Perhaps to those never afflicted with the addiction of motorsport racing. I reckon I aint got nothing I can explain to such folks. I am doing my best and that is all I really can say.
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