The season is here. Time to start the motors.
Racing’s always been a part of my life. I got given some racing game when I was five years old. Something from Papyrus.
It had a #24 car on the cover and I just never lost interest in it.
It got me through some dark times. Teenage years with depression and anxiety. No girls. But, most Sundays of the year I got to look forward to unplugging from the rest of the world, even if it was just for 3 or 4 hours.
I’ve been fortunate enough to go to a half-dozen races in NASCAR, and a few Indycar races, as well. Probably the highlight was taking my dad to the Indianapolis 500 for his 50th birthday. I have aspirations of going to a Formula 1 race this year.
Being location independent means that all the European races are easily accessible. Well, all of them really. But given that I’m mostly hanging about in Europe (in random Balkan countries), no less, it makes more sense. I have my sights set on either the Baku Grand Prix, or the Italian GP.
My girl would love to see Italy so it might be a good way to get to show her Rome and take in a race at an incredible venue.
Well, the season is here now. I’ve discussed how I would enjoy starting a racing blog—but it’s simply not profitable (click here to find out why).
That’s not changing. I’m not gonna start a racing blog. But I might occasionally write some stuff up about it.
First race of the year just ended. It’s time to go. Start your engines.
PS: I’m experimenting with online business (as always), and this week I just launched this quick-start guide to dating in Ukraine.