Biting the Bullet: More Goddamn Social Media

Joined the ultimate creepfest that is ig (Instagram). It’s my 4th or 5th attempt. This time it’s to support my eldest nephew who has ambitions to be a professional racing driver.

Having never raced he broke the lap record at Spain’s oldest karting track on summer vacation. A few months later he was tested and ranked in the 99th percentile.

He was 12.

If you think that’s young, most drivers start at 7 or 8. Less than 3 years later he was offered a spot on a racing team - to race against adults. One thing stands in his way, he needs to raise more mula through sponsors than I (and most of us) earn in a year!

Yep, that’s crazy but the world is made of different worlds and every now and then, we get to touch them.

He also plays drums and can draw — all natural ability —and pretty sure none of it’s from the Margolis side. He is though, kinda shite at footy, which may come from our side (or at least his dad).

To be fair, we are good at noshing. World class, I’d say.

And it’s not just racing, he can fix karts too. He showed me a couple of oversized tool boxes last week — no one else is going to (fix his kart), he told me.

If you follow one person on ig this summer, follow him. https://www.instagram.com/ryan_margolis_racing/ or check him out here: https://www.ryanmargolisracing.com

You can follow me, but there’ll just be boring BUT DIFFERENT pics of Kits pool (and an almost recent pic of me). If you’re an artist/musician I’ll support, if you’re a writer/filmmaker less so — got enough of you lot ;)

Update

I turned off the contacts thingy so I don’t get suggestions of people I don’t know that well/have limited contact with, or, haven’t heard from in years. It’s a tad less creepy. And I sorta enjoy looking at pretty pics from National Geo etc. Can’t tell myself off for looking at a picture of a moose.