my dad shook his head at me and said, “you realize you can rub people the wrong way?” somehow i managed not to say, “rubbing is racing.” mostly because i don’t think i would ever be able to look at myself in the mirror again. still, because i could see the checkered flag, and knew family would have to forgive me, i pressed on.
i went to get a calculator (because i’m helpful like that). i punched in the numbers, taking into account the cost of gas at the time, mileage and wear on the car, time spent driving, and any other factor i could come up with. i ran all 