By naterisch
12/26/2016
With Christmas in the bag—whah! Like Santa’s sack, get it?—we now have a week to take stock of the old year and prepare for the new. Some of us are already started on this wholesome practice, because our Christmas stockings were not full of coal after all—which we certainly may have deserved—but with the sorts of considerate gifts that imply obligation.
By naterisch
12/26/2016
Sometimes I think I’m like the author in the movie Stranger Than Fiction, where by writing things, I actually cause them to happen. Last week I innocently penned this: “With the Suburban lightened of many of its wheels and tires, there’s less holding it down, and it may be time to move it on.”
By naterisch
12/17/2016
I can already picture it, me and the family cruising down the highway, heading toward Nana and Papa’s house. A few white flakes fall from the sky, but there’s no sign of accumulation. Then, without warning, it happens: “Daddy, are we there yet?”
By naterisch
12/17/2016
As I’ve mentioned repeatedly over the past several columns, for the last two months I was in Denver on a geophysical survey (I just got back last Thursday). I did get home for Thanksgiving, however, and was able to deal with snow tires, which made Maire Anne happy.
By naterisch
12/11/2016
Lately I have been getting lots of questions, people asking what my racing plans are for next season. I would absolutely love to be able to say that I am racing a full season in the IMSA WeatherTech Sportscar Championship GTD class. Unfortunately, it is so much more complicated than just being able to decide to drive wherever I want.

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