I have an aunt who used to live in Daytona Beach, Florida. She much preferred Bike Week to the Daytona 500 but since the race is tomorrow and there's a connection between the race and the Sox, we'll talk about that. Forewarning: I don't know much about cars. I'm not particularly interested in cars. And I know even less about car racing.
Hanging out in the pit of Roush Fenway Racing Group's driver Greg Biffle today was our very own Josh Beckett. Beckett stopped by the race on his way to Fort Myers. Alright, so the soundbites he gave don't make much sense but there is an interesting little bit of information revealed. Beckett styles himself as a cowboy: He's got the boots and the hat. He's got the ranch. (Does it count as a ranch if it's used for killing animals and not for raising them?) And he's got the hunting-thing down. But, during the winter, he bought himself a very un-cowboy-like, terribly-inappropriate-for-the scrubby-land-outside-San-Antonio car in the form of a Ferrari California.
It is a spiffy looking car. Impractical but spiffy.
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