Friday, November 5, 2010

Dip Into My Vanity Pool
I'm sitting at the track for what is to be my last week-end of racing. Of my career. Ever. Unless my vanity kicks in, that is.

I've said it over and over, I classify under the category of average chicks. Unless I'm at the track, then: "Move over hottie because there's a new girl in town!" And it's me.

When you close your eyes and picture a female mechanic what do you imagine? I know right? She looks like Large Marge from Pee-Wee's Big Adventure, and I know this because I get the same mental image! So of course when you see me you think "YOWZAAAH!" But, that's only because of the prior Large Marge mental image (thanks Marge).

I may be an average chick on the street but at the track I can (almost) start looking down on the hot trophy chick. Mainly because they never dress warmly enough and end up freezing cold shivering under hiked up shoulders and I get to zap by them on my 4-wheeler wearing my team jacket loaded with logos.

It can also factor in with the big fish in a small pond thing. How many racecar she-mechanics do YOU know? None? So, I stand out. Like a sore thumb wearing black Timberlands and skinny black jeans. What am I going to do once I become a normal person? How am I going to survive the normality of life when I am no longer being asked for an autograph, or being asked to pose for a picture? Or having total strangers walk up to me addressing me by MY name and knowing shitloads of details on my life?

Oh, and added bonus to the racing? Fireworks. I get to watch fireworks at least 60 times per year. That's way cool.

I will suffer. Normalcy, blech, who needs it?

I know, it's pure and simple and stupid and a textbook case of vanity. But, fuck, at least I know it and am totally aware of it.

My big question for myself is will I crumble under the pressure to resume my queen of the pits status and accept an offer with another team or... will I do everything I can to re-instate my past status of queen of the festivals where standing in line was never an option and a barricade was never a limit for me? Or... will I end up with a plain job complementing my plain jane'ness???



  1. You? Plain jane? Nikki, please!!
    I'm sorry this will be your last she-mechanic race but I know you will have fabulousness after this!

    (even capcha says so... word is sure-e)

  2. You're a female mechanic??! For real? That's hot.

  3. Just keep the outfit and show up!

  4. I think the advantage of being "average" is they can't see you sneaking up on them. Catching them by surprise is the best revenge.

  5. You don't sound like much of a plain jane to me. Loved this post.

    Wherever your path leads will surely be something interesting.

  6. Okay. Wow. I'm impressed. Your job is so hot. Why is it going to be your last?


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