Day 3: Blueberry pancake breakfast at the Lakeside Diner in Stamford.

Leaving New York State. Welcome to Pennsylvania.

Definitely Pennsylvania.

400 and 1 horsepower.

An object in motion stays in motion, until it needs to go to the bathroom.

Somewhere in Maryland.

The Hoss reigns supreme in West Virginia.

Into the night we drive.

Q: What’s the purpose of your visit to VIRginia International Raceway? A: Drive!

Day 4: Track prep at Villa 609.

I’m the one in the hat.

This little mouse can’t wait to get on track.

It’s time.

Lass Laufa!

Tires squeal, brakes squeak. All good then.

Nothing like 100% ethanol free fuel to replenish after vigorous exercise.

“Are any of your signs for sale?” (They weren’t)

West Virginia.

If I eat half, I might still fit into the Clubsport seats.

Dreaming of things to come.