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Monday May 07, 2007

May 7, 2007
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Back from Richmond and parents place. I spent the weekend at my dad & step moms place so that we could all go see the NASCAR/BUSCH races. Friday was great, good race, nice brand new seats high atop the place and easy parking in and out. Saturday...rain, mist, drizzle but we still had to go just in case they decided to run the thing. Track dried in time for them to put the cars out and then RAIN! They called it and we went back to the truck. We sat for hours waiting for traffic to clear out of the lot. Let's just say that we slept for 2 hours in the truck and then spent the 1 hour getting back to Williamsburg. Dad was pissed and refused to go the next day. So we spread out on Sunday. Enjoyed the race from our seats 160' above the track. Got out in record time only to be greeted by traffic on I-95. No accidents just volume. People can't handle the hills with turns or a tow truck on the side of the road so they come to an almost complete stop! GRrrrrr! Home by 9:30pm.

The weekend was one of those weird suck ass good ones. Parts were good and parts suck ass!

I also realize that I have some sort of Drunk Asshole magnet attached to me some where. It seems that every race I go to that there is some or a bunch of drunk assholes walking near me, sitting near me or parked next to me. Congratulations you can drink til' you're stupid! Now, get the hell away from me and quite ruining my time. I don't get why people go overboard at concerts or big events. You pay a shit load of money so that you can spend half your time in line pissing or the other half trying to figure out where your drunk ass belongs. They wonder why NASCAR fans are called a bunch of drunk redneck assholes. Maybe they should come out of their luxury boxes and see the real crowd.

I'm no angel because I had my time but I always did it within a place and not to mess with other people.

Off the soap box!

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