Drifting

Our last day at Pocono.

This morning, while Mr. W tweaks and tunes his car for this afternoon's race, I've been watching another form of automotive competition that's also occurring at the track this weekend.  It's called Drifting.

Now, I am certainly no expert on this sport, and after an hour or so of intent observation, I can't say I get it, but apparently what you do is this:

(1)  Cram the biggest, loudest engine you can possibly find into the smallest, tinniest car available.

(2)  Wear a lot of black clothing** and arrange it in such a way as to enhance your multiple tats.

**pops of neon green appear to be acceptable accents, as well as the addition of baby goat accessories (see yesterday's entry).

(3)  Get in your vehicle.  Rev, Rev, REV your engine, and then drive off at great speed from the paddock area to the drifting course.

(4)  Once at the course, stomp on the gas, get your engine screaming, and hurtle down the track.  Once you're at top speed, mash the brakes as hard as you can, and slide sideways for as far as you can possibly get the car to go.  Create long, protracted squealing sounds from all four tires.  Create the most gigantic dust and smoke cloud you possibly can.  Repeat.  Endlessly.