Ryan missed out on Happy Teahouse for the first time ever because reasons. But, hey, he’s not the only one allowed to dig on carmobile things.
Every weekday starting at 5:45am, a series of alarms set off and challenge my dreams to a gauntlet of consciousness. Nearly all of these battles end with the army of alarms prevailing and me begrudgingly rolling out of bed. Some hygiene maintenance and feet shuffling later I sleepily set off to go to work at my job that is literally down the street from me. And oddly enough, this is how fired up I am in the morning for a career I actually like.
Last weekend however, I sprung out from my nest of pillows at 4am just to get my gear together for a 2 hour trip to go watch race cars all day. There’s something about track day.