It’s just about that time again. I do miss the racing season I was accustomed to back when I had my job at QMP racing in Chatsworth California. I miss the long road trips in the big-rig, I miss the smell of race gas, the deafening sound of warm-ups at seven o’clock in the morning and the shear exhilaration once the last yellow bulb on the Christmas tree is fired off. I miss it all. So, this weekend, I’ve pulled my old QMP racing Dickies button up out of my closet—shook it off and put it on. That’s right. I’m going racing…again. It’s been a while, actually more like a year and a half. I may be a bit rusty as the “clutch-guy” but it’s kind of like riding a bike. You never forget. In a couple of hours I’ll be off and on my way to Infineon Raceway in Sonoma California to help the team and the GTO down the track. It’s going to be hot, sweaty and down right uncomfortable but that’s just part of racing.