| 19 October 2011
Hello I’m Fast Matt and welcome to what I’m calling View From The Top; a series of articles of how I see the world of F2000 (F2k) racing. If you know me, you know why I call it the View From the Top. For those that don’t know me, I’m always looking to widen my fan base so let me introduce myself.
| 05 October 2011
Ok, now that I got that out of the way, I'll go ahead and gush some more. The team did an incredible job at Lime Rock, from top to bottom. With the suspension failure in Q1 and the oil that destroyed my hopes in race 1 and left me sitting in the grass for two laps while I struggled to reach my hand out of the cockpit and flip the master switch off and on so I could get the car refired, which was after the less-than-prudent first turn melee... the weekend wasn't as easy as the results show, although they never are.
| 23 August 2011
A lot has happened since my last post. Yeah, it’s been a while. I’m lazy, dumb, and focused on the wrong things. I’ll insult myself, thank you very much. Since my previous post, the space shuttle program has ended, booo! The stock market free fell like a cold air balloon, I’m told that’s bad news. The Radon drove laps causing all of the world's existing F2000 cars to slip into a giant abyss somewhere in the Baltic Sea (the end of the F2000 world as we know it undoubtedly). And finally, the world has continued to turn just as I have continued to turn laps and focus on my assault on the F2000 Championship Series.
| 12 August 2011
It has been a couple weeks since the chaotic Mosport weekend, and tensions and emotions have calmed down.
Although it was not our best weekend this season, we again showed how strong we were. Mosport is, in my opinion, far and beyond the most challenging track this season. There have been many tracks on the schedule that I have never been too, and Mosport was one that was always at the back of my head.
| 04 May 2011
A mutt chained to a post with an insufficient length to roam will do the inevitable. With a limited area to explore the mutt will visit and re-visit every square inch of its lowly space time and time again.
Snout perched high the mutt will walk the earth barren not leaving hardly a blade of grass or a stubborn weed behind. Lead by curiosity of the unknown, the mutt has no choice but to stretch and tug upon its chain and travel the intimacies of his insignificant space until each and every aspect has been fully examined and understood within the limited confines of the mutt’s woefully acute perspective.









