I was in the shop last night for the first time in weeks, just moving some boxes from the house. I turned on all the lights and put the boxes down, I walked over to the race car, looked up and down it's lines, opened the door, crawled over the roll cage in slid into the drivers seat, click the steering wheel on, grabbed the shifter handle and just sat there for what felt like a minute.
When I went back to the house the wife said: "Where have you been? You went out there 15 minutes ago.

Four more long winter weeks until the first race.