Your wife knows just where you've
been...by the smell of tire goop on your clothes.
You consider Lexan™ to be one of the seven wonders of the world.
Your local track owner finds you camped out on the raceway
porch the day the new armature shipment is due.
You just spent more on your new fancy
electronic slot car controller then you paid for your wife's wedding
ring.
You schedule your honeymoon to coincide with the Nats.
You can't remember ever doing anything else on a friday/saturday night.
Your doctor asks about that "twitch" in your driving finger.
Your coworkers start wondering why you constantly sway side to side.
You pass up a date with the "Miss Tire Town" calander
girl, because it conflicts with a points race.
You hyperventilate when your boss mentions O.T. on a race day.
You have trouble keeping your own kids' names
straight...yet have European lane rotation memorized perfectly.
And last, but not least:
You might be a slot car racer if...you realize that most of your best friends are slot car racers!