Session One, Summit Point Raceway, Shenandoah Circuit, they both did stupid shit, then stupid shit together.
I went found their pit at session-end, followed ’em home.
Slowly, slowly, I took off my helmet hearing-pro, mouthguard & gloves, strode over w my mirrored Oakleys back on
<< Who’s four-ten? !!! >> (says me)
” I am.” (says him)
<< you passed me up there on Big Bend. Good thing you were on the outside otherwise we’d have a bigger problem! >> (says me)
” he’s riding in the wrong group. ” (other him)
<< I don’t give a fuck. >> (me)
” you have a problem w getting passed in the straights, go talk to management.” (other him)
<< I came to you as a courtesy man-to-man. Won’t happen again. >> (me)
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