Even though the Bimmer delivered me to two consecutive hard-fought second place finishes this last weekend, the real triumph happened on Sunday. Larz brought his game, I brought mine. But in the end, only one could be declared the winner. When the dust settled it was determined that I had brought the ruckus. That’s right: last year’s sad defeat at the hands of Larz and his phenomenal swagger was rectified this weekend as I not only piloted my own craft brilliantly, but I forced his to do my bidding as well. I have to say, however, that it was not easy nor do I take it lightly. Additionally, I feel almost certain that he will not take it lightly either, and I will be challenged to a rematch next year. For the moment, however, I shall bask in my moment of glory and revel in all that I have accomplished since he last handed me my ass.

Oh, and just in case he reads this: you got knocked the fuck out! Haha, just kiddin’, bro. It’s all in good fun and I still consider him to be the better driver. Cheers.