Saturday was my stag. Appropriately we fulfilled something I'd been lusting after every time I passed it: we went to the 401 Mini Indy. The track is interesting and they provide electronic timing and scoring. We watched the racers that hit the track before us and I quickly got a sense of what the fastest line.

When it was our turn I jumped in car 5, grabbed the red helmet so everyone would know who I was, and promptly got passed by everyone on the track. In some cases more than once.

It was hard to convince everyone else, but there was clearly something wrong with my car. I'd get passed and try to follow the "better" drivers line and they'd still pull away from me -- and I'd hear them get on and off the gas, and I certainly wasn't getting off the gas!

I was grateful that Chris and Nick arrived late after the TFC game and gave me an excuse to go back out. This time I took a car that I saw pass other (9 for the record) and this time I was passing everyone on the track and set the fastest lap of the 20 lap race. The second car was so much better then the first car that I started trying to drift the hairpin as a way to add some variety to just driving past everyone.

From there we went to Scotland Yard for a good meal and then went up to a bar closer to Adam's house. I can't say much about that last bar, but I can summarize it with the warning that came on the mini-fooseball table that Raymond won for telling the most embracing story about me: "Not suitable for children under 36 months because of small balls."

Thanks again to everyone who cam out and to Adam for organizing it.