Why on earth would you stand in your driveway with a bucket and sponge when for less than the price of a movie you can sit in the driver's seat, crank up the tunes and have your own mini disco party?

I had another race today, a local event called the ASA Cup, the last in a series of three. With the help of a giant pipe wrench and some strategically-placed duct tape,* I decided to pull myself together enough to redeem myself from Saturday's, ummm ... incident. Did you know that sliding across ice at 98.4 kph leaves some unique bruise patterns on your ass? Well, you'll just have to trust me. Jason wouldn't let me post the picture.

So this weekend I raced in an invitational series in Calgary. Yesterday I had a personal best finish time on my first run, a personal best start time on my second run and finished third. Today I tied my personal best start time, was in 2nd place at the halfway point, on track for another PB, then flipped upside down, lost my ride, went screaming down the straightaway at 98.4 kph on my ass and busted my sled. Needless to say, I was disqualified for not crossing the finish line with my sled.

I raced today in Park City, Utah in an invitational series. I was number two off in my first heat, and number six off in my second heat. Oh, wait, who's that racing in position 14? Oh, Tristan Gale? Hmmm ... where have I heard that name before? Oh yeah. SHE WAS THE 2002 OLYMPIC GOLD MEDALIST IN SKELETON.

Let's just say that she beat me.

So, I am back in Park City, Utah, for a series of invitational races, and I am sporting a spanking new training suit. Let's just say that when it comes to video review, there is no mistaking me on the screen, even at 120 kph.