It's happened this week - my mom started her blog. We had been talking about it for a year or so, and I had kind of promised I would help her start - but instead I thought it would be good for her to learn to do it herself. Afterall she was the one who said "go look in the dictionary" when I didn't know how to spell something. (My response was - how can I look it up if I don't know how to spell it?!?!)
Anyway, her blog is going strong. So far, she's blow me away writing about me dying my hair with Kool-Aid when I was a teenager, night-time chariot races in our Kansas City backyard and slalom racing her Jaguar. From her blog:
My third run driving intensity was somewhere between the first two even though it was my best time. I just wanted to drive clean and fast. BUT…. those stupid people were still there at the final 360 degree cone turn. What are they doing there??? They actually look like they are having a picnic!! Get out of the way!! I leaned on the horn and came smoking in with the horn singing!!! That got the attention of the folks having the picnic as well as in the grandstand! And they loved it!
Some of my friends had been in the grandstand watching, but not knowing for sure who was driving which car until I took my helmet off and put on my sun hat. After the event, they were talking as I walked up. Any way, it turns out that my intense driving was the crowd pleaser! Particularly as I came out of the last 360 degree+ turn into the gravel right in front of them on my second run. They said that the crowd collectively sucked-in their breath in one huge gasp. Evidently it looked as though I was going straight into the wall. “What wall,” I asked my friends? “I never even saw the wall; I was focused on those silly little orange cones that I had to drive through!” My driving caused some thrilling moments for the watching crowd!! If they only know how thrilling it was for me!!!! Baby Jag deserves a nice rest and I have yet to completely wash the number 9 off of her windshield because, everytime I look at it, it reminds me of a fun event and we both smile!
Mom, where'd you learn to drive like that? (Guess who taught me how to drive?!) Maybe we'll have to have a mother/daughter blog/racing team. Yeah, that would be fun!