Don't care. I don't have to race my ****. If the dick that runs the track wants to write checks to fund my ****, then he can tell me what coolant to run.
Can't tell you how many times I've sat in the car strapped in and waiting because some dickbag with an automatic decided not to spend a few bucks and buy nice fittings but instead used hose clamps. Took forever to clean up 3000 feet of jacked up mess.
So the track can eat my root. They don't even have to know. It's a fother mucking street car and the **** is legal for sale and use in street cars.
Did I mention I HATE track ****? The only thing in this world that I actually hate and its tracks, people that own the tracks, the bitches that work there, and sadly, in my old age, I don't care for most people at the track.
