What a crazy emotional roller-coaster of a weekend we had at gridlife south. My truck caught fire an hour into the drive down to Road Atlanta. It was an oil fire that could not be put out with the extinguishers I had on hand. I saved as much as I could and made the 55gal drum of race gas in the bed a priority to get out, no way the car and trailer would survive if that had lit up. Despite this Johnny and I were determined to get to the track so we finally borrowed a truck and finished the drive down. Friday morning comes and we put down a good qualifying lap. The very next lap I suffer a mechanical falure in turn 6 and very nearly end up in the wall. We spent the rest of the day trying to source replacement parts. Close friends save the day and deliver the last needed part to the track only 10 minutes before the final session of the day, and somehow we make it. Despite all the bad luck we came away with a class win, and a new personal best of a 1:33.5. I couldn’t have done it without all the help of those friends I choose to surround me. Now that it’s over and I’m home the sad reality is starting to set in. It looks like the loss of my truck, tools, gear and spares is going to set me back a long time. Nothing is irreplaceable but it took years to get to this point. I’ll be back to racing eventually, but for now I have to take a step back and re evaluate my situation. Thank you to all my friends and family for the continued support.