I was in a restaurant after a HighPower match at Atterberry. I think everyone there had Expert or Master classification cards. The subject of cars came around, to a man, everyone was a hot rodder in their youth. Not the kind that Kmart stripes on the car mother bought for them. They were the kind that ditched school so he could finish putting in a radical camshaft. The kind that bought a rusty station wagon because it had a 4 bbl 383 and torqueflight that he stuffed into an old Dart. Something about competing with machinery crossed over to shooting.Your preaching to the (OCD) driver ......where you on my race team as we threw common sense out the window and chased a national championship........HHHHHHHHMMMMMMMM......I'm seeing a pattern here.....OCD......nation championship....nation matches......big horsepower.......across the course.......win/loose by ..007 of a second........win/loose by the X count..........
I once convinced myself if I polish the inside of the wheels, I will have less drag on the car and pick up .0001's of a second......OCD......
Makes met think of our old friend Churchmouse, may he RIP.