Let me tell you a quick story. This is the story of my friend Bob - it it also my story - it could also be your story. Bob loves racing - always as. He's a great guy, has a wife and a daughter - and a good outlook on life. I've know him since long before he got married. We used to drive together out to Santa Anita in the late 70's and early 80's - an hour each way in the LA smog and traffic - from and back to our separate "shacks" near the beach in Venice, California. Bob bought almost every handicapping book and method that came down the pike. He was serious about succeeding at race betting. He was committed. He was enthusiastic.  He also lost money. Sure, he and I would get on some good "jags" - we'd each occasionally put together winning runs that would be the envy of most players. Bob would literally "glow" then. He was extra generous. His laughter was infectious. He'd light up those around him with his optimism and his love of the game. Then, inevitably, a "method" would go flat - a "system" would fail - everything would go sour. Profits were generally all given back.  Bob's "glow" would fade to only the faintest of glimmers. He and I would salve our wounds with pints of Guiness at a little pub in Hermosa Beach - then we'd be right back at it in the next day or two. Bob wouldn't give up. He learned (the hard way) to protect his bankroll at all costs. He became frugal - tight even - with his money. In short, he learned to just "survive" as a race player.  It was his passion, and he so much wanted it to be his profession,  but he never quite made it to his dream. We kept ourselves afloat by painting houses for the wealthy in the beach cities up and down the coast near Los Angeles.  It was a good way for a couple of young guys to have the time to play the races while still making ends meet and also help replenish the ever dwindling betting bankrolls. We always pictured ourselves one day living in those beautiful homes - as prosperous professional handicappers. It didn't happen. Years went by -then a decade - then most of another ... We both got married. Families bloomed - things changed.  The late evening surfing at Redondo pier - the Guiness-soaked visits to the little Hermosa pub - the wonderful crazy afternoons spent running back and forth between the paddock, the betting windows and the grandstand at Santa Anita.  It all faded into a distant memory.  As did - almost -our dream of becoming professional race players.   Almost - but not quite. I moved around and traveled a lot - thumbed it through thirty or so different countries - lived in Spain, lived in Mexico, lived in a few different states. Bob stayed in Venice. Almost suddenly (if you can call 18 years sudden!?), it started coming together for me. I guess I was just "thick" enough that mine was a learning curve that fully required those 18 years! Then it started to click - the light bulbs finally stayed on. I tried to teach and get Bob to use my method - "my baby" - that after so much blood, sweat and tears, had finally been honed into a profitable approach. But it was a "long-odds horses" approach that emphasized exactas and trifectas.  It required a lot of patience and nerve. Now Bob, he's got the nerve alright - I've many times seen him empty his wallet on the first race of the day when he "felt it" - but patience? Well - no.  Bob, like so many other players, wants and needs lots of winners. He leans towards the logical contenders - the "figure" horses. He's almost always on one of the low 2 or 3 horses in odds, and he's pretty much a win-only type bettor. So - Bob kept searching. We kind of lost touch in recent years.  Then, out-of-the-blue, he somehow tracked me down and sent me an e-mail.  It said only, "Call me. Don't write - don't email me- call me- it's urgent. I've finally found it!" - there was an odd looking phone number appended. Of course, I was immediately curious (and excited), but what was especially strange was that the phone number was for somewhere in Europe!  I called an international operator, found out it was in Barcelona, Spain - and had her connect me. How great it was to talk to my old friend and racing buddy again! Bob literally flooded my brain with his story of the past few years - and of his new discovery. I'll try to "make a long story short" here: Bob told me he had been searching online one day, stumbled into one of the new Betting Exchange sites, and instantaneously recognized the great potential. He then set out to gather all his hard-won handicapping wisdom into a method that would best fit his kind of race betting. He succeeded - in spades! Bob made a good sum of money in his first couple of months applying his new betting approach and decided to "uproot" his family (they loved  the idea!) and move to Europe for a year or so.  He wanted to prove to himself that he could use his new method from anywhere in the world and make a good living with it.  He'd heard me rave about Spain over the years, so he headed there. Six months after settling himself and his family into a flat in Barcelona (near Las Ramblas, "the most fascinating city street in the world" as he described it) - Bob sent me that e-mail. He said he had three reasons for contacting me: First - he wanted to turn me on to his amazing way of betting and winning at the races. Second - he wanted me to re-teach him my long-shot methods because he had an idea about how to add that to his new approach. Third - he wanted to invite me to "come and live the good life" with him in Barcelona. Well - let me tell you - I almost bought a ticket on the next plane out! After reconsidering that somewhat rash first impulse, I decided to test Bob's exciting new method for myself to see if it really held water. Boy - did it ever!  I paper-traded the method for a few days- exactly as Bob had given it to me - and, well ... I was electrified! It was a revelation - an entirely new way of playing the races.  I set up an account and started with fairly small wagers. Over the next few weeks,  I added a few wrinkles of my own and it took off for me - just as Bob had said it would.. A month later I proposed a plan to Bob - I asked if he would consider  marketing the method to other race players.  He was all for it - as long I promised not to give out his exact method. His response to me was "No problem - for the first time in racing history, this is a case where the more players we can get to betting on the Exchanges, the better for everyone concerned." "Besides," Bob said temptingly, "If you and I can get a small bit of money coming in from selling the e-book, we won't have to hit the daily betting so hard while you're here. We can spend more time sipping wine in the outdoors cafes or just strolling along the Las Ramblas - like two old handicappers whose dream has finally come true! And that's what we'll do. ________________ Living the "cafe society" life in Barcelona might not appeal to many of you - might not be your particular cup of tea, but ... Whatever your dream, it is now within your reach. Order Racing Exchange Gold - you'll see. Good luck and Good Wagering!                               - Gary