P.M. programs from the Lord of the Underdesk

As i rounded the last turn is San Fransisco i was sure it wasn't wheel weights flying off the front tires of my mustang. The slight shimmer of the front end confirmed that indeed I had suffered more than my share of knocks on this circuit (maybe 500 or so), but i was sure Delbert had not forgotten to tighten the lug nuts. As i crossed the finish line, my gas pedal seemed to lodge, confirming my worst fears. Delbert had failed to clean out all the beer bottles and caps. At the very least I can rest in the comfort that the backwash did not end up in the oil pan. That wall ahead has my numbers all over it................Sounded like This!