My sophomore season on the nascar trip. This year we headed down to Michigan for the long weekend of the cars and the noise, the beer and the boys. The drive wasn't too bad apart from the cross border debacle: Russell handing our passports to the Cross Border Chick from outside the car to the ten foot high trucker's Needless to say he was belligerent.
We had trailers down there on campsites. Shuttle ride to the track. Nine anglophones and three francophones. I knew we were outnumbered. There were a couple rookies who would yet reap the wrath of the seniors.
Friday night was usual drunkfest watching the DVD made from the year prior. I won't tell you what my nickname was, but it was quite lewd and certainly not warranted ;) Fun to remember... or sort of remember.
Saturday we went to the track to get our "track gear." I opted to go with Kasey Kahne this year and thus bought the perennial beer cozy. We happened to see Kahne, Joe Nemechek and Martin Truex Jr which was sorta fun. Back to the trailers for an afternoon bout of drinking and washers. Mark and I proved to be too tough for the competition racking up a sparkling 10-2 record. After much haggling and whining we managed to gain the title of Undisputed Washers Champions! This time warranted!
Sunday: race day. The heart pumps and the adrenalin rushes. Beer coolers are stuffed. Took the shuttle and found our seats right on turn 3. Gold! It was a gorgeous sunny day. Everyone went through the pomp and circumstance befitting an American sporting event. God Bless America!
The race was the race: exciting; belligerent; loud; crude. For the second year in a row my driver almost won me the pool, but Donald ended up coming away with it on a win by Matt Kenseth. Damn him! Think Kahne was third.
Back to the trailers for you got it more washers and drinking. The rookies got Christened with showers of empty cooler water. That's gotta be yummy. One got a little more than that but we won't go into that here.
Another fantastic year with the boys at the track. When do we go next??