You and me, we're gonna have a race this summer. After work. 9'clock . At the track. You try and run, I'm gonna track you down. You go to the interwebz to bitch out, it's only gonna get worse. You sneak home, I'm gonna be under your bed.
All joking aside, I hope you do get your car done, it holds up, and you get it out. We need somebody no mater how spud like they are to actually race