Nestled inside our shoebox shelters, while most scurry off to the virtual ethers of a simulated racing scape made of mangled dreams off the shores of turn 1, we want to make sure we’re spending our time wisely. And as uncertainty flexes our unsightly fear muscles, as we witness the unraveling of our seasons, our jobs, and most of all the money that keeps these wheels a turnin’, we pause and reflect on a few pertinent questions. 

From all of us at Cafe Machina, happy fu**in friday.