Honestly, there are few better ways to spend a Monday then sitting in the infield of Laguna Seca and proceeding to ride around the track in a Porsche 911 going at least 120 miles an hour, I was too chicken shit to look after I saw we were going 111 mph. Even if you aren't a car person this was still, simply put, fucking cool. Boyfriend was ballsy enough to ask the guy with the Ruf Porsche for a ride, lucky him. He returned with a sore arm from holding on so tight. They got kicked off the track for the car being too loud. Something to do with twin turbos blah blah blah. I just like going fast and the shiny black cars and the sexy racing suits. We both came back to town hearing race cars in our heads.
Note to self: Buy a Porsche.
Another note: Learn to drift. Now, I just need an all wheel drive car to hold me over until I buy the Porsche.
Bye bye Hubert, Hello Audi.
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