What is it w/ unreliable oil spewing contraptions?

Two wheels..... Four wheels..... Does it really matter? Something about making a pile of shit keep breathing and even worse excel at a task (An elevated indication that the decease has reached pink elephant proportions in which there is no return.) that it was never intended to do. Well, welcome to the club Colin.... How can I predict this you may ask? I could make many claims however, I will leave it at the premature obsession of anything on wheels and the certainty that if I hold a wrench in my hand the boy will be in tow in short order w/ the demand "I help!, Pease......, Pease....."

Rim Nordic Race #3

Someone decided to throw the dice descending the mountain in a decrepit Winnebago and came out on the losing side. (and about thirty or forty feet off the road dangling precariously from a cliff.) Needless to say, what I believed would be plenty of time turned into arriving twenty minutes before start time. “Luck of the Irish, I suppose.” Of course that equated to 15 minutes to sign up, five minutes to gear up and hit the line.

Someone once told me, I can’t remember who “If you don’t make it to the line you can’t win.” and I always try to use that advise to pull it together when all else fails..... Pretty amazing what a mental state can do to a race even after all the training, eh? I did manage to pull a podium place despite myself how? Hell, I don't know......