The Benedictine Monks of SebringS

It is finally sinking in that for the first time in several years, I will not be at the 12 Hours of Sebring. Skipping the sappy comments about missing my racing friends and seeing the start of a new season, I'm going to miss the guy directing traffic after you go over the Turn 17 bridge into the paddock, La Bombe Racing, and of course the beer drinking "monks" who wander the paddock and bless the cars before returning to what I assume is the monastery they've built from empty kegs over in the Party Zone.

The one thing I won't miss is the cell service overload and the rip-off that is/was the track's Wi-Fi system. Have fun this year guys and gals, I'll be watching on TV.

The Benedictine Monks of SebringS