My Little Tire Pups

Somethings in life are inevitable, grey hair, wrinkles, off-season, another Hendrick car winning a Cup, and kids. Once you have the little critters, life takes on a whole new meaning. No longer are the desires of changing tires for a professional team realistic, but only the ones on the interstate or on a construction site are. Making the bills so they can have the finer things in life is priority number one. You know, the baddest go-cart for them to race. Driving school to teach them how to take a corner at 160 mph and do a burn-out in all four gears. Tech school to teach them about motors and how to get all the horsepower you can out of them (Gotta love Richie Gilmore). Not to mention the finer art of welding and fabrication. Oh shizzit, I forgot potty training, right from wrong, morals, and of course an education. Without an education these days a driver can't even come close to understanding how "todays" race cars work. Either direction in life my little tire pups go I will be the proud Dawg with a big smile on my muzzle. Cause I know Wifey and I taught them well! WORD!

On another note, congrats to Greg "The Biff" Biffle on grabbing the pole in Las Vegas. Awesome job to the number 16 team. Just remember Greg, even D.W. said " watch out for Junior he'll make it up front".