I have been feeling pretty good since the rapture never happened. Even a very cute girl walked up to me to introduce herself. I guess I had to come down off my natural high sometime. Today I went to the track to get some practice in. 100 degree weather. I knew it was going to be difficult. I did a moto and my boots felt like clown shoes. Ripped at least one knobby off (10 hours on the tire.) Get back to the truck and proceed to puke a lot. I felt better after puking. I was thinking in drinking terms, you feel much better after puking. Get back on the bike and give it another spin in 99 degree weather. There was a huge cloud that blocked out the sun for a while. Pretty awesome. Back on the track, I am hitting every kicker in every jump face and I am panic revving the p!ss out of my bike just to stay on it. Cross rut and almost take a dive off a twenty foot uphill turn. I figure it is time to go home. It is just not working for me today. I pack up and leave the track. On the way out, my passenger window decides to just go all the way down. Won't go back up. This is a known issue for Ford F150s, in case you are still reading. Get home, and tear into the door and remove the panel and weather shield. Window regulator assembly is fried and I will get a new one. Now my neighbors decide to have a redneck jamboree. In case anyone doesn't know, not everyone likes the choice of music you play really loudly at 10pm. I just wanted to vent. On the upside my vacation started today, so that is pretty sweet.