When you answer to "gringo" without hesitation, you might be a Racer.
When you stop trying to understand the language of horns on the road (yet somehow learn to figure out what they mean anyway), you might be a Racer.
When praying for traveling mercies becomes part of your daily routine, you might be a Racer.
When you see a bucket of water and think "shower," you might be a Racer.
When American snack food becomes its own currency, you might be a Racer.
When you frequently get your butt kicked by local boys in football and love every minute of it, you might be a Racer.
When you have an eternal tank-top-tan-line, you might be a Racer.
When you fill your cuddling quota by jamming more than the suggested maximum occupancy into a vehicle, you might be a Racer.
When it becomes completely acceptable to go just under a week without a shower, you might be a Racer.
When your stomach is paler than your "white" shirt, you might be a Racer.
When you've ridden on every type of bus from coach to tricked out school bus, you might be a Racer.
When all of your friends, family, distant relatives, blog followers, supports, strangers you've talked to for 5 minutes are well versed in the ways of feedback, you might be a Racer.
When you teach the Wobble to some group of locals in every country, you might be a Racer.
When you recognize Jesus in the face of every child, woman, and man cast aside by society, you might be a Racer.
When your time in Central America is coming to a close and you can't possibly imagine how your heart can belong to still more countries, you might be a Racer.
