I work for a race team. A really awesome, fast, kick ass, respected race team. This is the first time I’ve worked for a team. Previously, I’ve always worked for a racing series. I’m still struggling to feel a part of the team. I’m the new kid and I’m the one that is around the least since I don’t work at the race shop and on race weekends my duties often keep me far from the cars and crew.
Since I’ve come on board, we’ve won twice, and it felt amazing. But, even though people congratulated me, I never felt like “I” won. I never turned a wrench, changed a tire or agonized over data. I was just proud of my team because “they” won. Continue reading
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