The Daytona 500 ain’t too far down the road. Time to gear up, get the gasoline runnin through my veins. Maybe that’ll get rid of the flu or crud or whatever’s kept me in bed all week. Have I mentioned my brain’s turning to mush?
Anyway, I’m changing my header — it’s cardboard Mark Martin and me, posing in front of Mark’s dealership last spring.
Aunt Nina took the pic. She also insisted that I get in line and get the danged cardboard Mark autographed.
Anyway, Aunt Nina’s stove up — she had her knee scoped last week, but she’s back at work.
All the press photos with Mark in his 01 Army suit look goooooood! Black suits him. Can’t wait to see him pass a few Roush cars. 🙂 I like them Roush drivers — specially Carl. But Mark’s just da man.
I’m gonna clean up myself and the kitchen, re-make my bed, and then crawl back in it. Hot tea with honey and Robitussin DM ought to get me a good night’s sleep.
By the way, check out Mark’s museum at his dealership. It’s a dang cool place.