March, where are you?!

I'm going through racing withdrawl, already! I know it may sound weird, but I miss the smell of the fumes, and the fights in the pits, and the intensity throughout the track, and the happiness when your driver wins. I miss my racing families that I have made at all three racetracks. I miss being the "tire girl", I miss the annoying announcer that talked more about the food in the concession stands than he did about what was going on out on the track. I miss the long rides in the old van that hauled the trailor with our racing stuff in it. I miss the hot head track owner, and his sweetheart of a wife. I miss it when I had to say "I can't do anything this weekend because we're racing Friday, Saturday, and Sunday." I miss sitting in the grand stands, and rooting for my favorite driver and the person in front of you, or behind you always had some smart remark to make about that driver. I miss the racetrack fries. I miss either freezing until you're almost determined that you have hypothermia, or sweating until you think you've lost eight pounds, but no matter what kind of weather, we were always there. I miss always being out in the garage working on the karts. I miss the noise of the karts and cars racing around the track. Most people see racing as cars running around in circles, but once you really truly get into it, you know there's a lot more. There's everything I described above, and what most people don't know, is that they actually keep points. I love Winter. It's my favorite season. But if we could have racing in the winter, that would be the most perfect thing ever. So, in conclusion, the main question is: WHERE ARE YOU, MARCH?!