Things that go fast

This is my husband, Stacy, he has been racing since he was 15 years old. He has won many races, had many crashes, flipped the car , gotten in fist fights in the pits and just about caused all of the grey hairs on his poor wifes head (hah just kidding me & my hair stylist see to that).
Growing up my Dad & brother were always race fans and my Dad and his father used to race and I HATED it.
Once I married a man who was into it also I just said the hell with it and gave in. Now I love it.
I don't exactly worry about him getting hurt. He is a very good driver and the car is made to be as safe as it possibly can be.
Okay I do worry a little bit. I love it when he is in the back, moving up throught the pack, coming to the front.
What I can't stand is when he has the pole or is leading. I pace. and pace. and pace. I climb up on top of the hauler. I get back down. It is just excruciating.
I plan on letting Madison race if she wants to.
We have talked about it and she probably will given that she cries when we lift her out of the race car and she is only a year old.
Why am I writing about racing today? I don't really know except that my Dad asked me last night, "Y'all racing this year".
My reply "Is he breathing? Is the sky blue?" Hah i'm really funny like that - NOT.