Just when you think you really know someone

I was telling a co-worker that I won't hate on NASCAR because my Daddy watches the race every Sunday.

"Who's his favorite driver?"

And you know, I drew a complete blank. I have absolutely no idea who my Daddy's favorite driver is. I know his favorite color, his favorite beverage, his favorite fishing spot and his favorite Beatles movie. How can I not know who his favorite driver is?

I don't even know who his arch-nemesis driver is, because he refuses to put stickers on his truck window. Without a visual of Calvin peeing on a number, I have no frame of reference.

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There's also the time I actually drove a stock car; it's way harder than it looks. :)