Weekly Photo Challenge: Mine

This Weekly Photo Challenge had many possibilities. There’s my parking space at Whole Foods Market (at Lamar, in Austin, Texas). I hardly ever get to use it because someone else is already parked in it when I arrive; even so, it’s mine. Then there are my fabric scissors, never to be used for any purpose other than cutting fabric. I hide them from hubby to ensure their safety. I could have posted a photo of any of my dogs, but as soon they chew up something, hubby inherits full ownership; then they are his.

The window from my cubicle overlooking the Texas Capitol building

Small, but sweet.

So here it is, what I consider “mine.” It’s the view from my cubicle window. My ownership is temporary, as one of the guarantees of this job is that individuals,  units and departments get moved around our agency all the time. I’ve worked on eight different floors in four different buildings, including the basement of the main building, which we unlovingly called “the dungeons” due to its smell.

The statue on top of the Texas Capitol is the Goddess of Liberty. She holds up a star that a pair of hawks commonly use as a perch. Sometimes I’m lucky enough to see both hawks sitting on the star at the same time. That’s when I really appreciate the view that is mine.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Mine

Ride-A-Long

Yesterday, I rode in the M&M stock car at the Thunderhill Raceway in Kyle, Texas.

That’s my driver, Tory, after our four laps around the track (his hand is hanging out the window). The first couple of laps were a bit zig-zaggy to warm up the tires while we waited for the photographer. Then it was four laps around the track going ZOOM ZOOM ZOOM.

I managed to get in on this ride-a-long deal via the Race with Rusty Experience. That’s Rusty as in Rusty Wallace, a NASCAR champion and racetrack owner.

The M&M stock car at Thunderhill Raceway in Kyle, Texas

Ride-a-long, in style

Besides the ride-a-long option there is a driving experience option, but I decided not to do that. I mosey when I drive. I probably wouldn’t take advantage of the horsepower under that racing hood even though I’d be the only car on the track. I had visions of myself as a little gray-haired old lady driving around and around at 55 miles per hour, probably with my blinker on. Not a good use of my time or money.

Pit Pass wrist band

My ride-a-long pit pass.