"Boogity, Boogity, Boogity! Let's go racin' boys!"
I'm currently in Atlanta, but am heading to the Talladega Superspeedway for the NASCAR races. Mr. Wayne Hartford, a trucker buddy of the Ironman's, insisted that we needed to live loud, not large, and sold us his coveted tickets so we could watch 43 cars go 'round and 'round in a circle for three hours.