Well, what do you think about this? It's Friday! I see that smile. It's the 21st day of November 2014 and we are beginning to get ready to get ready for our Thanksgiving Day celebration next week. When you go to the doctor for a check up they occasionally give you one of those heart test thingies, the electrocardiogram. I don't know if my situation is a benefit or a liability but traveling over the hills and through the woods each day to my workplace I get the heart test quite frequently. Just the other day about 3:45 a.m., I was driving down this crooked country lane of a road when I came around a curve and a big old fluffy deer came right across the nose on my car. I was almost a casualty of a close encounter of the worst kind. Fortunately, I was only driving 40 miles per hour which is the speed limit. I don't know if it rubbed my headlights and bumper but it did get my attention, filling up my windshield completely. All systems went into overload. I typically am on the lookout but because of coming out of a blind curve this one was a complete surprise. Had I been hooked up to one of those heart test machines I may have melted the motherboard. Once I caught my breath I was immediately thankful that we didn't have an actual collision and if it's okay with everyone else I'll clean my own headlights. Please inform all the deer that I too was sad when that gun was heard in the Bambi movie. I think it's important that they know that.
Incidents like that one is why you have to be up on the wheel all the time out in this neck of the woods. That 'up on the wheel' euphemism is borrowed from NASCAR where the drivers have to be alert at all times to be ready for whatever happens on the track. Speaking of NASCAR, this years long season and championship is now in the books. My driver did not win. I was not happy. Sorry, but I felt terrible for him and for his team. I am not in the classical sense a fair weather fan but I do have some of those traits as a part of my profile. After my driver was eliminated I considered not even watching the final race to determine the champion. I even thought about throwing in the towel on the whole shooting match, so to speak. But, in the end, I suppose I am enough of a auto racing fan to have changed my mind. I did watch much of the final race and I will most likely stay with the sport for another year. I congratulate the winner. It wasn't easy. They persevered. They worked hard. They won. We didn't. I was not happy. I am still not happy. But, there's always next year. How many times have we heard that one?
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