Ouch.
sumt á bara við mann.

Hversu illa haldinn ert þú þórður

ég er bara enginn racer.. enda ekki áhugamaður um mótorsport, þótt það hafi alveg getað hakað í sum atriðin þarna

Það á eflaust ekki neitt þarna við mig.

Maður þarf að vera nokkuð vel stæður til að geta átt nokkra race bíla, farið á brautir allar helgar og í öllum fríum og alltaf vera að splæsa í ný track dekk....

-You think the primary purpose of wings is to PREVENT flight.

-You take your helmet along when you go to buy new eyeglasses or check out new cars.

-You feel compelled on a road trip to beat your previous time.

-You are happiest when your streetcar’s tires are worn to racing depth (wear bars showing).

-When something falls off your car, you wonder how much weight you just saved.

-When you hear ‘overcooked it’, instead of food, you think ‘off the track’.

You change engine oil every other week

-You sometimes hear little noises from your passengers when you get on the throttle right after turning in.

-You really enjoy showing the tailgater how to drive around a highway off ramp.

-Your racing budget is one of the big three – mortgage, car payments, dating.

-Your email address refers to your racecar rather than you.

-You walk proper lines through the grocery store.

-You buy new parts because you can’t remember where you stuck the spares.

-You bought a racecar before buying a house.

-You bought a racecar before furniture for the house.

-You are looking for a tow vehicle and you still have not bought furniture.

-You find that you need a new house because you’ve outgrown your garage and the neighbors are threatening violence if you park one more vehicle on the street or in the front yard.

-The requirements you give your real estate agent are (in order of importance):

1. 8 car climate controlled garage with an attached shop.

2. Outside parking for 6 cars, a motor home, a crew cab dually, a 28’ enclosed trailer and a 34’ 5th wheel.

3. 3 phase 220V outlets in the garage.

4. A grease pit.

5. Deaf neighbors.

7. Across the street from a paint and body shop.

8. Some sort of house with a working toilet and shower on the property somewhere -or- hookups for the motor home.

- You measure all family acquisitions in terms of the number of race tires that could have been purchased.

- You sit in your racecar in a dark garage and make car noises and shift and practice your heel and toe, while waiting for your motor to get back from the machine shop.

-You look at the purchase of tools as a long-term investment.

-Your wife says "if you buy another set of tires, she gets a new diamond".

-Your garage holds more cars than your house has bedrooms.

-You have enough spare parts to build another car.

-More than one racer supply house knows your voice and calls you by name.

-You have car parts in your cubicle at work.

-You think that the last line of the star spangled banner is "Gentlemen, start your engines".

- You cannot remember the last time you relaxed on a weekend.

-Your Christmas list begins with a set of BFG R1’s (bonus points if your wife knows what they are)

-You have a separate drawer for garage clothes.

-Your bathroom reading material is Car & Driver, AutoWeek, and Grassroots Motorsports and every book Carrol Smith has ever written.

-People only recognize you when you have your helmet on.

-You talk to other cars on the road calling them by their manufacturers name.

-Your first date involves you getting her to crew for you.

-Your family vacations are planned around the race schedule.

-You remember the dates of every race you have entered, but can’t remember the wife’s birthday.

-You complain when cars in front of you on highway off ramps don’t stay on their line causing your exit speed to drop.

-A neighbor asks to borrow some oil and you reply "Synthetic or Organic", he responds "Vegetable".

-You enjoy driving in the rain on the way to work/school.

-You always-late apex the intersection and try to pass a few cars coming out.

-You always do a heel & toe downshift while whoever might be your passenger looks at you really funny.

-You can’t stand understeer.

-You think traction control and ABS is for those who do not know how to drive.

-You’ve tried to convince your wife that you need a flow bench to fix the air filter in her mini van.

-You discovered that your riding lawnmower runs pretty well on 108-octane race fuel but doesn’t care for alcohol.

-The local police and state patrol has photos of your car taped to their dashboards.

-The local tire shop will not honor the tread life warranty on any car you have been within 50 yards of.

-You consider the redline as a conservative suggestion and the rev limiter as a fun limiter.

-You spend more on insurance premiums than food.

-When someone referrers to the "good book" you think of the technical specs book for your car.

-You know the ¼ mile times and skid pad numbers for your riding lawnmower.

And you want to improve them.

-You know the "racing line" of every road on your daily commute.

-You have started looking for sponsors for your daily commute.

-You have slalomed in a construction zone and counted penalty points in the rear view mirror.

-After your suggestion of a location for the family vacation, your wife responds: "What race is being held there"?

-You know the weight of your passengers and make them sit accordingly to balance the weight distribution.

-The local police department sends you Christmas greeting cards.

-You own 5 cars and only one of them is street legal.