Had a dude tell me yesterday, “I can’t believe you let your dog sleep on the bed.” Looka here… I’d let Checkers drive me to Dollar General if she wanted to. I’d probably even co-sign if she decided to buy her own property to run and raise hell in. Truth is one day I’ll look over and she won’t be on that bed snoring anymore. Until that day comes, she can sleep wherever she wants.

For those of you that wonder about Checkers. I got some new pillows for my water head yesterday. Before I walked out the door this morning, I noticed that Checkers has apparently claimed dibs on them.

Street Stocks 4-Ever

No racetrack this weekend. Got up with the chickens to come to the Dawsonville Moonshine Festival with my folks. Such a great time tellin lies, lookin at old racecars and hot rods.

Invested $9.20 for this plate and a cold drink, to sit amongst old timers this morning and gain knowledge at a mom n pop type breakfast joint. I Learned this morning…. “You can still be right in the situation and owe someone an apology.”

Lord please let me live long enough to spend every Saturday morning in a place like this. Same table, same old friends, drinking coffee and eatin’ scrambled eggs, and trading war stories and lies we’ve already told a hundred times. That right there is the life I want.

Gonna miss @FmSpeedway2025

Good Afternoon South Boston

It doesn’t look like this on a dreary morning in South Boston but the 2 guys and a driver crew was Top 5 in CARS Tour practice yesterday. Hopefully the rain will stop and we can eat bologna burgers and have a good run tonight!

Came to Virginia to @BrandonBrownWV Cafe for a Delicious Bologna and Egg Burger. Heard they’s an automobile race in town tomorrow. Might stay around for it.

My ride for the day. Headed to @SoBoSpeedway57 for a bologna burger. If you dont like @LandonHuffman, save the 🖕🏻, he’s not riding with me. Just wave 👋🏻

#TBT to about 16 years ago this week, back when Georgia still had more than one asphalt racetrack. Some of y’all have heard this one while we were trading war stories. Well, here’s the photographic evidence. We were racing at Gresham a big true half mile. I’d just passed a fella for third or so when we made very slight contact getting into Turn 1. He got mad for whatever reason and hung a left, never lifting until I climbed the inside wall. Tore our 💩 all to hell over absolutely nothing. One of my buddies running behind us saw the whole thing and took exception to it. On the restart, he sent that fella sightseeing down the backstretch. Meanwhile Fred was in the pits mad enough to drink boiling water and piss ice cubes. By the time that driver came in on the wrecker (Pictured) Fred was waiting with a jack handle. Some folks are all bark and no bite. Fred skipped the barking altogether and tried to Chipper Jones the man’s head. To this day, I’m thankful that fella fell and Daddy missed. Everybody was out of line that night, us included. But when you’ve poured your blood, sweat, tears, and every spare dollar into something, watching it get destroyed for nothing can make common sense leave the premises. Luckily, Fred didn’t get hauled off. He did however get his own personal Georgia State Patrol chauffeur around the pits for the next 45 minutes. Great times!

For those of yall that wonder about Checkers. Checkers is currently unavailable. She’s recovering from the exhausting responsibility of doing absolutely jack 💩 all day.

When I was growin’ up these two had a saying that absolutely drove me up the damn wall…. “We’ll see.” Can we go to the wrestling matches this weekend? “We’ll see.” Can I get that NASCAR toy at K-Mart? “We’ll see.” I HATED those two words. Even as a kid, I knew damn well “We’ll See” was just a polite way of saying ABSOLUTELY NOT without having to actually say it. Fast forward 35+ years and wouldn’t you know it. I’ve become the very people I used to complain about. I used to think these two were just being mean and ruining my childhood. Turns out they were teaching me one of the greatest ways to get out of doing 💩 without hurting anybody’s feelings. Took me a few decades, but I finally understand the power of “WE’LL SEE.” Thank You Mama and Daddy. I owe y’all an apology.

When I first seen the sky this morning on my route I thought I was hallucinating, and hell I knew I wasn’t drinking last night. I first thought George Jetson was late to work and had kicked that 4-Barrel in on his spaceship to makeup time. I was sure glad when Jason S. Smith sent me this picture that he was seeing the same thing.

I got very much respect for both teams. I Just wanted to share with yall and show her passion for racing, Mama Judy is a big @LandonHuffman supporter.