I particularly like the design of your page with the singed edges! Your friend Valerie

I agree that dreams can get better — I think they build on each other. Your life was enriched with the racing, and that’s what you take into the next pursuit.

Thanks for coming by…

Not too long after I was married, we bought a little convertible. I loved that little car, but had to give it up shortly after our first was born, it just wasn’t practical. So I became the Mom with the station wagon . . . but I never forgot my race car dreams. I had brochures from the Skip Barber school laying around for years.

For my 50th birthday/30th Anniversary, my darling hubby bought me a little red convertible! Then things just happened: I met someone at a Porsche club event that told me about track weekends, and helped me sign up for one. I was driving on a race track! I signed up for school at Skip Barber at Laguna Seca, and learned to drive an open wheel race car. I traveled to tracks across the country, and got to attend schools, like at Watkins Glen. I made many, many friends, and finally, bought a dedicated race car and signed up for my first real race. Heady stuff, in my 50s

Then the dream ended abruptly, the night before my last tune-up weekend, with a collision with a big pickup truck without headlights on a dark hiway in the rain. My race car was gone, and I was damaged. My race career ended before it really started, but I’ll forever have those wonderful memories. Since then, I’ve learned that there are plenty of other dreams out there, just waiting for me . . . disability or no . . . travel, photography, art . . . life is full, life is good.

I have learned that you never know what tomorrow holds, so don’t put off your dreams any longer. Don’t walk by that broken pot – it may be a treasure you’ll never see again! The start of a new dream . . . and the new dreams can be even better than the old ones.

Patricia