That gator up there? I got up close and personal with her. Well, nearly. There are three of them that live in the water that surrounds part of the West Palm Beach track. The groundspeople take care of them, making sure they don't get hit by vehicles or escape the grounds. Apparently, if they wander too far off, the state comes in and saves them. By killing them. Louis, the guy who took me to see her, clapped and called to her and fed her. She was nasty and moody. That's how I know she was a she.
Thanks for all the cold weather here at home. Brrrr. Spent all of Tuesday at the Raceway speeding around in a complete lineup of AMG's. That's fancypants (well, fancierpants) Mercedes. Yes, I got to drive a couple of the SLS's with the gullwings, as well as a roadster. Oh, my. More later. Lots of laundry; I kept walking in the ocean in my jeans, soaking them all the way up. Almost as much fun as the cars.