I had a rolling start, and then I stalled.

Thanks are due to my lovely Katherine; you've done quite the job keeping this alive while I've been stressed the hell out doing other things.

The uninformed often tell me they want my life. Today, several of my coworkers (all male) gathered in my cubicle to gawk at the glossy 8x10s shot by my husband during my first track excursion this weekend (for which yet another huge thanks goes out to Katherine). My friend Jkrew told me via AIM that he was jealous that I had another unique driving experience this weekend, a sunny afternoon with the Polo BlueMotion.

But therein lies the problem. Here I sit on the couch with 14-hour-old mascara flaking off my lashes as I struggle to recall the minutae of my weekend. Facts and figures swirl through my head; km/h and mph conversions are confusing the hell out of me. I have no idea how to make a story from these numbers, but rest assured, the Polo BlueMotion is a hell of a lil' car.

Now I know why Jkrew laughed at me, back when he was working on VW.com and I gushed constantly about my jealousy.

Do I buy a racing helmet, or do I buy an iPhone?