Ernest Hemingway once wrote, “auto racing, bullfighting and mountain climbing are the only real sports.  The rest are merely games.”  While I can speculate as to whether or not Hemmingway possessed the stones to say that to a modern day NFL linebacker (he did), he was onto something when he mentioned auto racing.  Yes, the need for speed has been in my bones long before Maverick buzzed the tower.  Sadly, a wrecked motorcycle, a haunted jet ski shipwrecked off the coast of Southern New Jersey and several bouts of license revocation would seem to indicate that perhaps I should switch to the slow lane every so often.

But great men have never listened to the clear signs that Fate sends them.  And neither do I.  That is why, for the second year in a row, I (and “esteemed” teammates) will be competing in a contest of lunacy known as the 24 Hours of Lemons.

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