YOU MIGHT BE A RACER IF ...
You think the primary purpose of wings is to PREVENT flight.
You take your helmet along when you go to buy new eyeglasses or check out cars.
You are happiest when your street car's tires are worn to racing depth and the wear bars are showing.
When something falls off of your car, you wonder how much weight you just saved.
Your email address refers to your race car rather than to you.
You've paid $4.00 a gallon for gas without complaining.
You bought a race car before buying a house.
You bought a race car before buying furniture for the new house.
You're looking for a tow vehicle and still haven't bought furniture!
The requirements you give your real estate agent are (in order of importance):
1) 8 car climate controlled garage with an attached shop.
2) Outside parking for 6 cars, a motor home, a crew cab dually, a 28' enclosed trailer and a 34' 5th wheel.
3) 3 phase 220V outlets in the garage for your welder.
4) A grease pit.
5) Deaf neighbors.
6) Some sort of house with a working toilet & shower on the property - or - hookups for the motor home.
You sit in your race car in a dark garage and make car noises and shift and practice your heel and toe, while waiting for your motor to get back from the machine shop.
You have enough spare parts to build another car.
More than one racer supply store recognizes your voice and greets you by name when you call.
You think the last line of the Star Spangled banner is: "Racers start your engines!"
People know you by your class, car number, and car color.
You astound the clerk at Sears by bringing in a snapped breaker bar every other week or so.
Your family brings the couch into the garage to spend time with you.
A neighbor asks if you have any
oil, to which you query, "
Synthetic or organic?" and they reply, "Vegetable or corn."
You enjoy driving in the rain on the way to work.
You always want to change something on your street car to make it handle better.
You've tried to convince your wife you needed that flow bench to fix the air filter on her station wagon.
You save broken car parts as "momentous".
You've found your lawnmower runs pretty good on 108 octane gas (but doesn't particularly care for alcohol).
The local police and state highway patrol have a picture of your car taped to their dashboard.
Instead of pictures in your wallet, you have time slips.
You quote your street tire wear life in weeks rather than miles.
After you tell your wife where you'd like to go on vacation she answers: "Why...is there a race there?"
You know at least three 1-800 numbers to aftermarket parts houses by heart.
You are on a first-name basis with owners of every local speed shop.
You want to take apart and rebuild things, even though they are not broken.
You have the monetary equivalent of a lunar rocket invested in it, but your car still won't cut a good light or run the number.
You own a vehicle that has at least 500 horsepower more than when it came out of Detroit.
You look for hi-po cars in the movies and try to guess what engine size, tire size, and whether or not it has nitrous in it.
You are the type of person who goes postal when you have to sit in a traffic jam for more than five minutes, yet you can spend five hours in the staging lanes.
Every stoplight becomes a practice tree to test your ability to tree the guy in the other lane's eyes out.
You wash your car like it was your firstborn child, you tend to its needs like it was your own body, you protect it like it's your family, then you drive it like you stole it.
You understand racing is a way of life, not just a means of transportation.
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YOU MIGHT RACE A BUICK IF ...
*Race prepping your car means turning off the ac.
*You have a "Big is Beautiful" license plate holder.
*You have safety harnesses instead of seat belts for five occupants.
*You only have to be careful of traffic AHEAD of you when you merge onto the Interstate
*Your race car has never been on a trailer.
*You think anything less than a 455 is a small block.
*You won't race motorcycles beacuse it isn't fair . . . to them!
*You've ever had to take a different route because of bridge weight limits.
*You plan road trips from gas station to gas station.
*Your wife's car runs 12s.
*You painted your riding lawnmower black and turbocharged it.
*You think 5000 pound cars and stationwagons are great dragstrip material.
*The wrecker service calls you when they get their rigs stuck.
*You have heard the phrase "That's a Buick!? from more than 5 punk kids in Daddy's 'Vette after you shut them down.
*You have sucked so many bumpers off other cars, your car is nicknamed "The Hoover."
*18 wheelers yield to you.
*You can fit a month of groceries in your trunk and still run 12s.
*You've ever been pulled over for failing to stop at a weigh station.
*Your car has more towing capacity than a one ton duelie.
*You think every race car should have ac and power windows.
*You get signed thank you cards from the presidents of Phillips 66 and Texaco at Christmas.
*You think every four door should have a cam, headers and slicks and runs 12s.
*The phrase "231? Is that all?" and "That ain't no V6!" make the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
*You've said "No, it's not an SS" more than 3 times this week.
*You've never seen the tail lights of a Mustang GT.
*Your friend's 5.0 'Stang runs 13s by being towed behind your car.
*The local Mustang guys are claiming they've been abused because your car spanks them so bad.
*You've raced your daily driver against a tube frame, blown, nitroused big block powered 'Stang . . . and won.