Ma, I gotta couple 5th’s of 12 year old Scotch, and a fist full of cigars that says I’m tokin’ and tiltin’ on the front porch of a crappy motel in Jackson, MI. Why party in the infield, when you can make yer own party? Besides, from my seats I can see the whole track.;-)
I Figgered You were set more of an fyi incase Ya needed to run somebody on an “errand”