So, I woke up early on a cold October morning. Sunday morning, race weekend. I am 3 miles south of Buttonwillow Raceway, at the Motel 6. I slowly wash-up, get dressed, I am so not a morning person. I gather my stuff and head outside,
were I am confronted with this:
Than I see the driver's name and the sponsor. It would not be that funny, except PINA translates in Hungarian to PUS*Y.