This is tough to admit, but I was a boy scout when I was a kid. When I was in my second year of scouts I was really into it. I was dominating merit badges and earning ranks like it was going out of style. The ranks go First Class, Star, Heart, then Eagle scout. I was in my review for my Star rank, and my bitch female scout master failed me while the rest of my friends got their badge. She rejected me on the grounds that I made fun of a Cub scout's cookies at a previous scout meeting. The emotional anguish it caused the Cub scout was justification for me not being a good person (at 13 years old) and thus not recieving the badge that I had rightfully earned. I quit that troop, joined another, and went on with my life. Meanwhile, my ex-scoutmaster's karma bank was sufficiently drained. She was convicted of stealing money from my small town, was living in a loveless marriage, and took a post at the McDonald's on the interstate. I think I made out better in that battle. I never talked to her again, but if I had, it probably would have gone a little something like my interaction with Robby's former crew chief, Walter Giles last week.

Walter came to the seven post the other day, and it was the first time I had seen him since he launched me from RGM last July. Regular readers will know that I was (nearly) forcibly deposed from my post amidst a cloud of lies that WG had made up about me. It was a difficult situation, but I am for sure glad that I am out of there. I was mostly miserable and I did not have the balls to quit, so it was for the best. Despite the greener grass on the other side, I still hate Walter. He basically attempted to ruin my reputation like a teenage girl instead of just firing me. Thus, I was not much interested in ever speaking to him again let alone run a 7 post session for him. Despite my fantasy of a big blowup, our mutal professionalism led us to a non-confrontational, even cheery interaction. It seemed all to nice and normal, and drama free. Bygones, I guess, are just going to have to be bygones. However, I am sure my thin northern blood will still hold a grudge until the end of time. No matter how much 700 club I watch, I can never convince myself to forgive completly like the southerners down here.

Speaking of Southern, I guess we are off to the Southern 500 this weekend. I am not particularly interested in delving into any technical discussion this week. This is just a great week to enjoy the sunshine and the racing. I will let the people in the garage mess with that stuff for a week. In the meantime, I will be saddled up to a 12 pack and the trackpass for some wall grinding Darlington action.

Darlington is so unpredictable. The Roush cars have been underwhelming, but Darlington is Biffle style. Kyle is for sure has the bit between his teeth, but it is boring to keep picking him. I will go for a win for the 16 and a top 5 for the 00. RG had a nice result last week, but I think that will end here. His last bunch of outings here have been lacklustre, and there have alot of pit crew changes that will take a while to gel. I would reckon a 25-30 is about all you can ask for. I do like the paintscheme though.