So Rob Roby turned 34 today and his wife sent me a page out of his diary so I figured I'd post it on here for you to read:

Dear 8lb 6oz baby Jesus Well today is my 34th Birthday! Yee fricken Haw! I still remember how this whole thing started. I was inside my mom for just about 10 months. Had quite a bit of room at first but in the end she got pretty tight in there; in fact it felt like I was trapped inside a Saldana Fuel Bladder!

 All went well as soon as the doctor applied some of that astro glide lubricant. I came out of that hole hammer down and on a rail. Doc delivered me and handed me off to the pit crew who put me on the scale and did a quick tech inspection. Nurse said I looked pretty good even though she thought I was a little restricted down their, hell Im still restricted down their but I can still give them open fellers a run for their money!

 Made it home from the hospital even though we about got put into the wall by lap traffic but after that I had nothing but clean air on the race track of life. Oh sure occasionally I hit the wall in turn 2 and get behind some bad luck but all in all I wake up every morning feeling like a shiny new Chassis on Race Day!

Dear Baby Jesus Id like to thank you for continuing to be the wind beneath my top wing and thank you for my addiction to the methanol and not the meth!

Yours Truly,Robert Roby Driver of the 600, Astro Glide, Serta Mattresses, Hot Lap Tire Softner, Nitro Fuel Additives, Jack Daniels, Schwanns Food # 2R

P.S. Tell that sum beotch up their responsible for all the rain to back off if he dont mind Id like to do some racin!