I got this courtesy of my lil bro.....

 This puts it in perspective of FFR Life.....

A Racers Life

You Stay up for 16 hours to party...

We Stay up for 24 hrs straight working to go racing.

You take a warm shower to wake u up...

We wake up to the sound of the engine roaring... and love it.

You complain of a "headache" and call in sick...

We are chilled to the bone, not eaten a thing all day, have the flu, but we continue to race our hearts out for the pride.

You drink your coffee on the way to the mall...

We drive 15 hours to the next track drinking that coffee to stay awake.

You keep your cell phone in your pocket just in case...

We keep our cell phones in our pocket because we know that something is going to happen and someone is going to want to hear what happened... good or bad.

You talk trash about your buddies that aren't with you...

We have our buddies with us... and watch them wreck and get hurt all the time

You walk down the beach, checking people out...

The only walk we take is back to the trailer after tearing up a racecar.

You complain how hot it is out...

We wear 30 pounds of gear in the middle of July, climb into a 140 degree racecar, and love every minute of it.

You go out to lunch and complain because the restaurant got your order's wrong

We don't care if our order is wrong... most of the time we are glad to have time for a meal

Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes...

We have worm the same stinky, wet, grungy clothes for the past 24 hours... there's no time for a shower.

You go to the mall to get your hair done...

Our idea of getting our hair done is tying it back in a helmet.

You call someone to make plans for the night

We call someone to let them know that we will be home sometime sunday night or monday morning, and not to worry.

You yell and scream at the truck and trailer that just passed you because they slowed you down...

We have a truck full of sleeping crews who are preparing to "switch shifts" because we're driving through the night.

You critisize your local drivers and say their nothing but dumbass rednecks anyways...

We put our life on the line just to entertain a crowd of 2,500 people.

You hear the jokes about fallen drivers and say they should have known better...

We know that one inch too close to the next car could result in death.

You see the bright lights when you drive by...

We see the heartbreak, blood, sweat, and tears put into the sport.

You are asked to go to the store by your parents... you dont...

We look into buying a $30,000 racecar because we trashed our good one the night before, even though we only have $500 to our name.

You stay at home and watch TV...

We take our spare time to wash the racecar in the yard, fix anything broken on the car, and plan what we're gonna do next.

You crawl into your soft bed with down pillows, and get comfortable...

We try to sleep in our trucks, but keep getting woken up by the drunk fans, and are excited we even managed to get one hour of sleep.

You sit there and judge us, saying it's a waste of time and money to go around in circles...

But we know it's not about the money. It's the thrill of the victory, the agony of defeat, and the pride of ourselves. Seeing the smile on our family's face after we have a horrible night is worth it still because they still truely believe that we are the best. It's the fans that cheer our names during the driver introductions. We are scared to death that we may never see anyone again, but we still climb into our cars.

All this is just to put a smile on YOUR face because we are more than drivers... We are entertainers.