I knew all along the team and trucks had to have been shipped and that it was a dead end but I could not walk by the table without throwing the dice you know. The entire trip was a gamble, with the main theme being "Let's just get in the car and go". We brought a little bit of home with us...it was not above freezing till we had Jacksonville in our mirrors. We have a saying about certain somethings....but i'll get to that later. It started out great as I read something while in shotgun and my cheaters were pulling my eyes out of their sockets...I forged on. The trip down was laced with all the greats a venture like this has, as AM radio was kicking out the old classics like Tallahasse Lassie and such I deduced that perhaps the absence of the stresses of home may have balanced my blood sugar and thus so, simple readin' glasses may not be as needed as normal. Well I couldn't take it much more of the spoons being forced into my skull so I quit. With the coming of daylight I discovered that one of the lenses had popped and was missing and as I was reading ...well let's say we have a saying about stuff like , but i'll get to that later. An hour south of Cocoa beach and the balance of the outer banks and inner shore economics was being fully realized...there was none. A late lunch at a restaraunt call Bobbies somewhere down there proved nothing more than a peak into how older gents who "made it" frigged off a Friday afternoon by crowning lifes' achievments with a drum roll of every 10 minute sips off an ever warming "tea of sorts". My brother enjoys these sorts of forays into the other world. A world populated by people who own cars they are not qualified to drive. However for myself it served as yet another stark reminder of how a great deal of my life has been wasted by beliving in something as fact is not achieving it in life. We have a saying about things like that, but i'll get to the later. Okay real quick, my brother loves to just layback and soak in the sun, so at Sebastion Inlet we made a pit stop to just chill. He crashed in the sun, began snoring and I nicked a fishes head from a fisherman and placed it up just between his feet. No less than 5 species and multiple counts of each began their nerve building for the land rush.....We were only inches from a wing flapping shit flying where the hell am I awakening. If all goes right attitudes will be fully adjusted ....then just as all hell was sure to break loose a ballsy senior elder statesman Gull comes in at 12 oclock high and grabs the thing......the snoring continues as my compatriots in arm are robbed of their glory. The true goal for my brother was just being in FlA then getting to the 2 races Saturday and Sunday. Even at more than an hour out of Daytona the squeeze was on, and we felt the grip, but we were 36 hours removed and in no position. Yes the saying was as true as ever. Got a room. Saturday AM, parked and in search....this is when brother Rob says you know "Our ______ ____ _____". That's the saying we'll get to later. A guy hard on the downside of luck as it were appears out of no where and, .... "Just enough for a bag of chips?" My bro sets him up with some Kentucky fried.....he went and ate and I went in the Citgo and got him a COLD can of Coke ....."God Bless you Man" he says....me, I'm thinking no..."God Bless YOU my Man"....I only wish I could have done more but in reality he did more for me than I him. But that's not the Bars' paper so we'll leave it alone. However I will say a little help is better than going from low to high because then the low becomes even lower. If you can get a handle on what I mean,,,,, I don't know. Human Beings Being Humans. Tickets..oh shit, holy shit, this is shit,....we have a saying about..yea yea trust me...soon.
Ouch.....this place is twisting us man. In the race.... 31 rows up had the scanner (should have borrowed someones kid to get a free extra head set) set to Kyle Busch when he proclaims "I don't want to be stuck on the bottom get me up high".....restart .....CRASH Crew chief: Okay bud?.......no response... crew chief: catch your breath......no response and he is climbing out of the car.....Saturday night, Long Horn steakhouse across from the track, meet a cool waitress and i'm not much for Corp. food and we will leave it there. nice Waitress. Head up 95 north a few clicks and we slept at a wiegh station in the back of a Rav 4...FREE......free free at las.....oh and the chick waving us down on the BLVD.....she turns out to be the ghost of Christmas past with a cigarette hanging out her mouth. She had a friendly wave turned into the finger faster than a jack rabbit on a date (another Christmas reference)......Sunday AM .....cha-ching the taxman is calling OUCH....Inside the track I ran into a very attractive young lady who got me with the "we match"....????...she had a Robby Gordon ticket holder I a Speed Dakar shirt....she said she followed the DAKAR and such ......I'm stupid. I cut the conversation short not to be rude but wanted to get to the seats did not know the true time. Just to sit through that Kid Rock garbage it turns out......we have a saying about stuff like this. Did not even ask her name ..perhaps she is a member here which now makes this an open letter of sorts I suppose. Great race..... sadly a woman collapsed outside the track righ in front of us, I stopped and ripped out a towel that is in the ice and hand it to her friend.....always carry a towel in your ice..always. After a bit of that she responded a little and the last thing she needed was a crowd and if there was going to be one it was going to be minus 2. I pray she was okay. It was fairly hot but not you know... and at this point I must say that Daytona Speedway does a shitty job with the movement of its fans, of sorts, even though it is large, the wide sweep away from the track due to these VIP tents or the construction that's no matter as conjested as it there should be a better plan. What pisses me off is an older couple one with a walker has to be passed by as one of those.... a "Tram" I guess they call it, carries some perfectly healthy asshole and his equal to ...well........I'd stop the thing and tell his ass to get off not to mention at the stops certain people should just be passed over. Lazyness turned into a virtue is enough to make me sick. And the facilities provided for the women in attendence...don't even get me going. Triple the size...how many 50 women long lines do you need to look at before you learn...everywhere you go really so perhaps it's a simple case of "DUH". However more grandstands being built. Empty seats across the track and facilities that belong at the local dirt track. The race itself....words to few would make the best point. I hope you watched. Head way north, hit a low range chain ....sleep. Hit the RGM shop at around 3 PM knowing full well unless Robby's heading to the big island late and is outside screwing around I was getting no where.(what did you want Mike ...he's a busy man?).Nothing I guess the "hey if you are in the area" was in effect.....I mean I knew little and nothing. My brother starts in with "we were wondering if you had any..." .I'm waving my arms behind him shaking my head and learn again what I already knew. In all that madness I did not even have the screws tight enough to see if a cold sample was available....it's been awhile and the precious bodily fluids were turning to dust. DAYTONA......not a place or race to pull what we did. On this trip....."Our Cocks Were Out". There I said it. Did not even go into the big store or any other attraction.....that popped in the distance as 20 somethings rode by smiling on a train void of pride as countless folks who were purchasing 57 Chevys off the lot struggle to claw through the mindless masses. Our Cocks Were Out on this one. However it was still a great trip....stay away from the devices on the long road trips, What's left of radio can be a good thing most times .....other times it tells you about things like the women who hit a tree and froze to death off the road in a tree stand ....they towed her car and did not know she was there.......Footprints in the Sand. I sure hope there were none in the snow there or somebody is in for it.. Perhaps one day I can get back to the shop with Guns Blazin and not ....you know. Comin down from Buffalo empty handed as empty headed we always make it work.....but yea Our Cocks Were Out on this one.