June 23, 2005One warm August day in 2002, Frosty crashed his motorcycle into a wall in turn 1 at Sears Point. Kneeling in the gravel holding his head while the medics cut him out of his brand new leathers (oh, those poor leathers!) and patched him up enough to make the ambulance ride to the helicopter, I decided that a career in emergency medicine was for me. So, thanks a lot, Frosty. It's three years later, and now I have to move back to LA to go to nursing school, you bastard! I'm gonna miss you guys.