My buddy Grant Yoxon took this in West Palm Beach. How glamorous, eh? I'm standing on the concrete median beside the track. I'm scared of heights, even this one. So, I'm balancing.
Look at those sexy shoes. Merrills. Best shoes in the world. Very grippy. And such a flattering pose, all smooshed into grungy jeans and wearing a t-shirt that is about 6 years old. Tracks are hot and concrete-y and grubby and smell like burning rubber and hot brakes.
I was waiting for lines of cars to come flying by, but of course I had the wrong setting and the plan didn't quite pan out. I'd just taken the alligator pics; alligators are much better at posing than moving race cars.
While it's really amazing to get to drive great cars at high speeds, they make you wear helmets. You put this balaclava on first, which is really attractive. It has a tight opening for your face, and if you put it over your chin you look like a chinless fish, and if you put it under your chin you look like you have a girdle around your neck. Then you put on the helmet, and it's more attractive. Then it gets hot, and your hair gets all caught up, and you swear and poke your fingers all around in the helmet, and it doesn't help. Then you get in the first car and smuck your head because you forget you're all Great Gazoo now, and have to adjust the seat.