I was eating dinner on the way home from Sebring and only caught a few minutes of the Super Bowl, this ad happened to be on during part of it. It pulled at my heart a bit and it didn't help to hear that my wife cried from it.
I love what I do and am blessed to be able to do it, and make a living doing so, but it tears my wife, and parents, apart to a degree. They would much rather that I strictly stay involved on the organizational and planning side and never strapped in and took to a hot track. Once we have children I may consider that and will at least only start going on course in cars with a lesser speed/performance potential.
