just a moment of crazy...

It was really a moment. A Tick if you will. Jon and I are crazy. A lot of crazy ideas we evaluate don't pan out or turn out to be ruled "stupid" instead of crazy.

That's not crazy... it's STUPID.

This was just on the crazy scale barely. It didn't take very long and It was just a little nervous tick I guess. I not so well placed gesture on the Turret's syndrome class for mimes...

We at some serious food at Med Kitchen. Then we stopped by Jon's house to make sure his elaborate television recording scheme was working copiously hard for him while we went KRAY-Z

Oh it's such a let down what we actually did. We went and raced electric go-carts.

It was fucking fun. It was fucking hard. It wasn't too expensive and where else do you get to wear something called a "head sock" that is yellow. At one point I say to Jon, "Dude you look like a little yellow Dutch girl." He retorted something more clever than what I can remember as the gist of it which (the gist) was, "ya you too." I'm sure he was much more clever than that though.

Jon wanted to walk the track so we did. I just followed him and he looked at the track and I didn't really know what we were looking for so I just followed him and tried to limit the amount of stupid that was emitting from my person. He walked... I followed. Without a clue.

So we start off with a really light lap and it was scary at first then as I got a couple done it was just fun but windy. Here's a little tip: "close your fucking full face helmet, K?" When I did that it got considerably less windy. Then he passed me a few times and I started to get discouraged then I remembered that he used to work on the driving simulation team. So ya. It would. It would kick my ass.

I can remember thinking to myself:

• Shit I'm gonna get hurt.
• Wow ok I can do this ok.
• This is fun.
• Shit he passed me.
• Man it's windy
• oh my helmet... dumbass
• Shit where is he?
• Shit there he is, just passed me, CMF.
• This is fun. I'm going faster.
• My arms are getting tired.
• Fuck that was the wall. Don't hit that again. That hurt.
• When is this going ... shit he passed me again... to be over.
• I'm tired. He just waved Jon in.
• Fuck do I have to do the last 3 laps?
• Phew no.

So then Jon explained it to me and next time I'll do better. I don't think I did bad for the first time considering the fucker can likely solve the simultaneous equations required to calculate the forces on each part of the car including the patch of tire that is in contact with the track.

Then I went home and crashed... Only not really.