Where am I going?

My oldest brother was a Marine in Vietnam. He was literally in one of the first battalions to hit the beach after war was officially declared. (His words: "We were coming back from maneuvers in the Philippines and instead of turning right at Hawai'i we turned left.") During his tour, his jeep drove over a land mine, throwing him out; he landed on his radio (he was the radioman), and broke his shoulder in two places. He passed away from a brain tumor before he turned 51.

My other brother was (and is) in the Navy (Reserves, now). He's a doctor, and for most of his career he has been attached to the Marines in one way or another. He was in Desert Shield /Desert Storm, setting up a Marine field hospital. He was also involved in Operation Iraqi Freedom, which he has described as a "lot of waiting around for people to decide if they needed doctors or not". He's a Captain in the Reserves.

My great uncle, who fought in WWI, commanding a "Negro engineering battalion". He gave me all the coins he'd collected and told me many stories I was probably way too young to hear.

Others: My brother-in-law, who served 4 years as an Army tanker in Germany. My first ex-boyfriend, who spent 12 years in the Navy. Another ex-boyfriend who became an emergency room doctor after serving in the Navy. Two different roommates who went back to Israel in order to serve their compulsory military service. A friend's husband who did two tours as a submariner. A good friend from college who became an Army Ranger. Another friend who served in Vietnam at the same time as my brother. 

And my many, many relatives and ancestors, who fought in WWI, the Spanish-American War, the Civil War (both sides!) and the Revolutionary War.

I salute you.

A few years back, just before he turned 50, my brother decided to rebuild a Mustang. Nothing old or classic; he just wanted to rebuild one from the ground up (engine, etc.) and then "race it". Oh-kay, whatever, midlife crises are fun to watch.

He has spent I don't know how much money over the last few years on parts, tools, another body to rebuild later, this that and the other thing. But it made him happy and he picked up a couple of friends doing it, so we all supported him. Right?

Well, last Thursday he puts the car on the trailer and takes it down to San Antonio to try it out on a quarter-mile track they have there.

Two guesses as to what happened.

Yep, it's totaled. He bounced off a wall. Twice. Brother has a mild concussion, some bruising, and a bunged-up rib. This is what happens when you take a car up to 100 mph on an unfamiliar track when you have racing slicks on it. (And frankly don't have that much experience at those speeds.)  He is very very sad about the car. He handwaves the injuries.

The sister-in-law is furious, and with the exception of the Nephew (who thinks it was awesome), we all think he's crazy. Because, yes, he's already looking for another Mustang to rebuild.

*sigh*

Is this what they mean by testosterone poisoning?