The choice of a mascot.

LOGANVILLE, GA A lot of the teams have a mascot of sorts or at the very minimum a theme. For instance Debbie Knebel and Pat Jones have Flamingoes and a general feeling of being on a tropical cruise in their pit area. Jimmy and Eeman Heisler have Chester the Cheetos Cheetah (Who occasionally has to get blown because he loses air.) The Paquettes, thanks to their daughter Brooke have Meat, Steak and Ham. Granted, Steak looks a little rough around the edges, but still comes to every race. One of the teams has a huge Florida Gator and the Baumbach’s… Well they have Toney.

So, I decided I needed a mascot to fit my Hayabusa's paint scheme and it had to be something out of the ordinary, after much deliberation and thought I picked an “Abominable Sportbike Snowman”.

It coincides with everything; my bike is blue and has white streaks like ice shards which could represent someplace cold, dark and forbidding where an Abominable Sportbike Snowman might hang out. Also, if you met an Abominable Sportbike Snowman in person, it would be intimidating at the very least.

After looking around the house for a couple of hours I found the things I needed to build an Abominable Sportbike Snowman. It is amazing the places you have to look to find the parts to do this.

During the construction process in the workshop our Jack Russell terrier “Bella” dropped a piece of my Abominable Sportbike Snowman in a small bowl of C-16 I had been meaning to get rid of. I thought that would add character to it, so I kept it. Not to mention an Abominable Sportbike Snowman probably would not be spotless anyway. Once it was finished I brought it upstairs for Stephanie to offer her opinion.

The first thing she said once she walked in the door was, “What is that smell?”

This is when I proudly displayed to her my Abominable Sportbike Snowman.  Then I proceeded to tell Stephanie how the dog managed to get race fuel all over my Abominable Sportbike Snowman and that is why it had an odor.

Later, I explained how I picked my Abominable Sportbike Snowman to be our mascot and how difficult it was to find all the parts to make my Abominable Sportbike Snowman. She looked at me with that look that women do so well, the one where they feel sorry for you, but don’t want you to know they do, because it might hurt your feelings after all the work you put into the ridiculous thing you are so proud of and said, “You suffer from Hebephrenia.”

After all of that work, I ended up feeling like an ASS.

So much for the mascot.