Enough About Me ...

There aren't many things that make me laugh as hard as watching grown men in a field with a fast car. So pure and so real. What did they do back in the day when fast cars didn't exist? Perhaps that sat on the back of an angry bull and timed each other. Or perhaps they threw very large logs to see who could throw the farthest. Or maybe they took an extra large hockey puck, slide it along ice while people frantically swept out a path for it. Whatever it was I'm sure countless hours were spent diving in deep with detail. Making rules, calling each other cheaters and drinking something fermented at the end. So good to see some steal threads to human kind.