faster pastor

I'm racing at Midvale Speedway Saturday night in a race called Faster Pastor. Area pastors are going at it to see who's fastest. This is the third year Midvale has held the race...but the first time I've actually agreed to participate.

In years past I've not really been interested. Then a few months ago someone told me about how much fun it is to race in that thing...like crazy-fun. So, I told myself that if I'm asked again this year, I'll say yes.

So I'm racing Saturday. The crazy thing is this: I know NOTHING about racing. I don't even watch racing on TV. I expect to get smoked. But I expect to have fun, too. I promise you this, I won't be wimpy about it. If you come to the races, expect me to be aggressive. If I'm in it, I'm going to give it my best shot.

I talked to a friend yesterday who tried to give me some racing tips. He lost me. I'm just clueless. He was using all this race jargon...and I don't speak it. So if you want to offer some racing tips (and can do it in English) please leave a comment. :)

I had to fill out some paperwork to be able to race. One of the questions was: Do you need us to provide you with a fire suit. FIRE SUIT? What? This is serious!