It's about 8:30, Sunday evening and we're finally home from the track.We got to the track around 7:00AM and went in all directions, Mr Mouse, Sarah and Susan were autograph hunting, which left me on my own to get into whatever mischief I could find. Damn, I'm good at it.So, I wandered down to the SPEED area just to see what was going on. As my hubby so nicely puts it, I could step into a bucket of shit and come up smelling like a rose. Anyway, a couple of the guys were interviewing someone, and I stood there fior a minute, and said I KNOW THAT VOICE! It was Robby and he was talking about the off road stuff and all kinds of things. It was a pretty cool interview and he sounded great. He stood up to leave and I just kind of migrated over to that side of the stage. Robby said to me, " Hi, how you doing?" I told him I was doing well, and then I said, "Robby, do you remember me?" To which he replied, "Yes, I do." And I thought to myself, Oh God, I'm toast! I stepped back a little because people were wanting his autograph, but Oh no, I wasn't done. I reached out and tapped him on the shoulder and when he turned I said " Robby, are you bring your trailer in September?" I'm pretty sure that subconsiously I must have a death wish because I just seem to ask him the damndest questions, but he always gives me an answer. So he said, "maybe, if we can get some things ironed out," This is where my mouth and brain conspire, because I said "you need to hire me to run your trialer." To his credit he did not laugh! He just said, "it's not that, it's just not really worth it financially. They charge like $5K just to drop the trailer, and then there are all the other expenses." We talked about that for a minute, and then I said, "Robby, I'd ask you for a hug, but....." He kind of grinned and said "It's all good" and reached out and I got my hug.

Now for the race! Driver intros and we screamed our brains out when Robby was introduced. He was in the pickup starting to go around the track and we were waving and screaming and pretty much going basllistic. It worked - he waved to us! You must undertand that were 41 rows up in the stands! You must also understand that I was pretty sure I was going to expire before I got to my seat! The green flag dropped and I have to say here I that I really adore Doug his spotter! He keeps Robby calm and focused and at the same time there is a level of humor! Do you remember when I posted that he was happy with the car after Happy hour? Well, 24 hours and cool, damp overcast skies changed things dramatically and he was a very unhappy camper. They fiddled around and made adjustments and I finally got to here the following words: "it's starting to come to me." Those words are sweet music in my ears. As difficult as it is to pass in Loudon, he made several sweet moves. The car ranged from horrible to undriveable to wrecking loose to actually being pretty good. He referred to michael Waltrip as a fucking idiot and Scott Speed as a squirrel. He also mentioned that he was scared as hell to be around Stremme. All in all I will take the result and say "thank you" because there were time when his car was truly horrible, but also times when his driving bordered on brilliant!