Actually I haven't been an author all that long and I was only "gone" for a couple weeks. But it's still exciting? Anyway I was too busy to watch Abu Dhabi, and as the championship went right down to the wire I didn't want to spoil it... so a car blog seemed like a good thing to avoid.

Now I've finally had a breather, I found the time to watch the whole weekend of Sky HD coverage. And I can finally feel that the giant tattoo of Lewis's face I got on my my left ass cheek a month ago was justified. It's pretty baller. It has a big II at the top, and HAMMER TIME in sweet script along the bottom.

It was good busy though, for the most part. Thanksgiving, no matter what family drama or just plain awkward dinner table conversation, is at least delicious. More importantly, the awesome girl I've been talking to (and occasionally fooling around with) for more than a year is now my girlfriend!

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That's kinda the headline. You didn't even really need to know that, but whatever. You can move on now, or just look at the random burnout gifs. The rest of this is just gonna be me bragging to no one in particular because I'm a little (read: a lot) love struck right now.

Okay, it's just us now. Let me just clarify the adjective awesome. I mean she not only drives An Manuel, she prefers and actively preaches the row-your-own way of life. She's also not afraid to shift near redline when appropriate. In addition to this (though, really, what more do you need to know) she likes all kinds of great music, from quality Compton hip-hop to skinny Seattle white boy indie to cheesy guilty-pleasure love songs; is studying to be an engineer, not because her parents told her to but because that's what she wants to do; finds nerding out about planes and cars an attractive quality; and is generally more comfortable in her own skin than just about anyone I know.

That only shitty part (and it's a pretty big shitty part) is that she's going to school on the absolute other side of the state. And this is Washington, not Rode Island we're talking about here. That's a long fucking way. There's an entire fucking mountain range in the way.

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So that's a fucking party. I guess it's just an excuse to spend a lot of time in the car, which I'm weirdly ok with.

Oh also, I come back and Kinja tramp stamped itself all over the bottom of all of it's pages? C'mon, you're only like 6 years old, gotta wait another 10 and smoke a whole lot more cheap cigarettes before you start with that shit. Way to Kinja yourself, Kinja.

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