Showing posts with label race cars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label race cars. Show all posts

Monday, July 16, 2007

Three more months!!!!

Canada Student loan. 1999-Oct 2007. RIP

Yes, my student loan will finally be paid off in October. I've been carrying that baby around for a loooooong time now, and will miss it when it's gone. Not.

Also, from the weekend (House Man's weekend, not my weekend--mine wasn't this exciting!):


"Look ma, no hands!"



Photos are by Gordon Sleigh--thanks Gordon, wonderful photos!

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

For Steph...

This is the car:

It's a Lola something or other. That's the driver in blue with the beard and the ball cap.

This is the pit crew:

Racing is expensive, so you have to save where you can. Child labour is cheap. That's not The Boy, that's Cousin G.

This is the track:


For those of you still with me, this is why House Man was in Wisconsin last week.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Gentlemen, start your engines.....

Remember this guy?














Well, now he's got the right clothes for the job! The Boy was a race car driver for Halloween this year. Now, if you race him, when he wins he asks you for a trophy and champagne, and pretends to spray the champagne everywhere. Michael Schumacher, you retired just in time. This Boy wants your job!

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Never swear in front of a three year old!

So we're all out in the garage helping to unpack the race car. The Boy loves the race car, as you can see from this photo taken at the track:
















Anyway, he's pretending to drive, just like he is in the photo above. His Dad is at the back of the car examining his tyres--I guess it's time for new ones, but I don't want to talk about the cost of new racing tyres (they're street tyres, actually, but special street tyres just for racing. WTF???). Anyway, he's telling me something about them and the F word pops out. As in "Oh, that's another f***ing thing I noticed". Not loudly, not in temper, just conversationally. Well, NEVER swear in front of a three year old. No, never, not even in a whisper. The Boy heard it, yes he did. And calmly informed us that "That tyre is a f***ing ratbag Daddy. That's all f***ing stuff Daddy, f***ing ratbag stuff Daddy". He must have come up with fifteen variations on the words f***ing, ratbag and Daddy. Anyway, I know you're supposed to ignore kids when they swear, that's what the books all say, but it was so f***ing funny to hear this angelic child swearing, and he kept it up for so long with so much imagination, His Dad and I were nearly in tears trying not to laugh!

So, never swear in front of a three year old.