They say racing gets in your blood. I know it's cliche, and I'm not really sure who "they" really are. But that's what they say nonetheless. Sometimes I equate racing to an addiction. Once you get hooked, it's hard to stop.

But often in this most humbling of sports, you sit back and question whether or not it's worth forging ahead. After spending a couple weeks bird-dogging an engine cooling issue, we finally got back on track last week, only to have motor problems cut our night short before MORE

Nobody likes rainouts. What this weekend's rainouts did do, however, is give my brother and I a chance to talk about something other than how our night went. We typically go through the night's events on our 40-minute ride home, but Saturday night our conversation somehow turned toward Limited Late Models.

Since we're competing with a small all-steel motor right now, all the rain we had during the week wasn't going to be in our favor during qualifying on Saturday. Like most racers, we're always MORE

Ideas for this blog aren't always easy to come by. Most of the time, we're out racing and something strikes me as odd, I'll make a mental note of it and then make and attempt to explain it - or complain about it - in the space that this website has afforded me.

But there are other times when the mind bogs down and thoughts are kinda like that thick hickory-fired molasses that I used to sell as a kid at my dad's produce market. A little slow, if you will. That usually happens when we aren't MORE