Serendipity
Another diversion. This is a kind of boring picture of an office building. This happened because of road rage and a fortunately-placed Wendy's.
Interstate 77 approaching Charlotte from the north is one of those overstuffed four-lane highways of the type that drives me insane, as everybody's just fighting for position, shoving in front of each other for no reason except to be in front. Some guy cut me off. I cut somebody off in return. Somebody laid on a horn and flashed me a finger, and Robin wisely decided it was time to grab some lunch. We always eat at Wendy's on road trips, and the nearest Wendy's just happened to be right next to the headquarters of Michael Waltrip Racing. We had to go.
There's this duality to me my flickr crowd was familiar with that I'll share now with the new ipernity folk. I'm a blue state Earth science guy with strong environmentalist leanings, but I was raised a Kentucky redneck. I spent my childhood Sunday afternoons watching the races. I grew up in NASCAR country, in a town that for a while had six drivers racing in NASCAR's top racing series. One of these drivers was Michael Waltrip, and I almost feel like I know the guy. About five or six years ago, Michael started his own racing team and opened his own shop. Michael's a smart marketing guy who knows how to get fan support, and he opens his garage to tours. We took the tour for free.
Serendipity
Another diversion. This is a kind of boring picture of an office building. This happened because of road rage and a fortunately-placed Wendy's.
Interstate 77 approaching Charlotte from the north is one of those overstuffed four-lane highways of the type that drives me insane, as everybody's just fighting for position, shoving in front of each other for no reason except to be in front. Some guy cut me off. I cut somebody off in return. Somebody laid on a horn and flashed me a finger, and Robin wisely decided it was time to grab some lunch. We always eat at Wendy's on road trips, and the nearest Wendy's just happened to be right next to the headquarters of Michael Waltrip Racing. We had to go.
There's this duality to me my flickr crowd was familiar with that I'll share now with the new ipernity folk. I'm a blue state Earth science guy with strong environmentalist leanings, but I was raised a Kentucky redneck. I spent my childhood Sunday afternoons watching the races. I grew up in NASCAR country, in a town that for a while had six drivers racing in NASCAR's top racing series. One of these drivers was Michael Waltrip, and I almost feel like I know the guy. About five or six years ago, Michael started his own racing team and opened his own shop. Michael's a smart marketing guy who knows how to get fan support, and he opens his garage to tours. We took the tour for free.