Work. Rewarded.

Twenty years on my first visit to the Lime Rock Historics and I am able to make a dream come true.

I thought at the time, in the early 90s, that to be able to race a vintage car in such an incredible place, surrounded by enthusiasts would be the best it could get. At least when it came to cars.

I could not afford to do it for a long time. Heck, wrote a novel centered around Lime Rock. It was the only way I could make it real.

And tomorrow, it is real. I loaded the car in today and with the help from the guy at Vintage Racing Services I was able to get the fluids changed, new tires and pass tech. This after a rush to get it painted in time. And, just the other day when I was loading it on the trailer, the clutch master went. Nothing more favors and a few hours could not fix.

This is like most big goals you set for yourself, a bit anti-climatic. There were no fireworks or signs for me when I registered. It is just another old car race. But to me it does feel special. Like 20 years of late nights and lost weekends. Time away from friends. Are finally paying off. Life has lots of small rewards we work for. But precious few big ones. Those goals that when we set seem impossible to achieve. Our Moby Dick's and moon shots. This is one of those. Anti-climatic. But also, I know how hard I worked to get here - so I am set to savor it. Most likely from the back of the pack.