You might be a racer if...

[Mark Klaus Radelow <rpc-prod@windrunner.com>]

Forgive me if you guys have already seen this...

You might be a racer if...

    you've paid $4.00 a gallon for gas without complaining.
    you plan your wedding around the race schedule.
    you're registered for wedding gifts at Alamo and Diamond-Star
Specialties.
    you refer to the corner down the street from your house as "Turn
One".
    you know the quarter mile time of your daily driver.
    you've endangered everyone you know at least once by "taking them
for a spin".
    no tire dealer in town will honor their tread wear warranty on any
car that     you've been seen near.
     you stock replacement parts in your garage.
     you quote your street tire life in days rather than miles.
     you've started looking for sponsors for your daily commute, as well
as your weekend hobby.
     you've slalomed in a construction zone and counted your penalty
time in the rearview mirror
     afterwards.
     your car has more gizmos than your home entertainment system.
     you keep old timeslips in your console.
     you cringe when you hear the word "stock".
     you cringe when you get your emissions renewal notice.
     you've broken at least one engine and one transmission.
     the local county traffic court judges know you by name.
     warranty work means at least 8 hours of "prep work" before you can
take your car in.
     you've seen sparks fly off your brakes at night.
     you can tell the difference between the smell of a burning clutch
and burning brake pads.
     you carry Quick Detailer and the car's photo album with you, and
look for shows and car meets where
     ever you go
     you know the exact day, month and year you bought your car, but
couldn't tell you when or where the
     family cat came from.
     you subscribe to a mailing list that christens you with 35-60
messages a day regarding your favorite
     car.
     you schedule your vacation around a "gathering."
     the numerous car keys on your keychain tell many a story much like
the rings on the inside of a
     tree...and you know every one of them.
     one of the first things you tell a potential mate is, while holding
up aforementioned bunch of keys, "See
     these? This is what I DO. Deal with it."
     your mate whines, "you care more about the car than you do about
me" and it takes a bit to put
     together a diplomatic response...
     you can rationalize your car as "practical"..."it's a six cylinder
with a stick shift, and it gets good gas
     mileage."