Today in Pictures

Last night, I got a Instant Message from JK and this is how it went…

JK: What are you doing tomorrow?

Me: Sleeping in, doing laundry, doing some more cleaning around the house, watching mindless television, picking up after the dogs, and more laundry. 

JK: So, nothing then?

I didn’t know where he was going with this, until he asked me what time the NASCAR race started.

Me: Noon, I think, why?

JK: Come to my house early in the morning.

Me: Why? You want me to watch the race there?

JK: I just got us tickets for it, so be at my house by 9am.

I just about jumped up off the couch with excitement. Both dogs looked at me like I was completely insane, and if the neighbors heard me, they probably thought I had just won the lottery. To say I was excited would be an understatement.

Me: Whooooooooooooooooooooooo hooooooooooooooooooooooo!!

JK: Congrats on 70 days. I love you.

 

Wake up:

My alarm was set to go off at 7:00am. Of course, on the ONE day I actually want it to wake me up, it doesn’t. One of the dogs made a noise and it woke me up. I glanced over at the clock and it said

I jump up out of bed, after saying a few expletives, sent a message to JK telling him I overslept and hopped in the shower. (Nothing like a rushed shower.) Finished getting ready, did everything around the house I needed to do before leaving, and out the door I flew.

I finally got to JK’s house at 9:20am. Whew! It was only an hour and ten minute drive to the track, so I knew I’d make it in plenty of time to see driver introductions. “Yay Kyle”

 

Arrival: 

We get to the track in plenty of time. Whew! Getting there and missing driver introductions is like going to the movies and missing the previews. I hate that! We take the escalator up to our seats and a big sigh of relief when I was finally sitting and ready to hear and feel 36,550 horses fly by me at 170+mph. AWESOME!

 

Gentlemen! Start. Your. Engines.:

Green flag racing begins, and off they go. JK and I were the only Kyle fans in our section. When Kyle came back TWICE from the back, nobody was cheering louder than us. People were even going so far as to boo us. We were really excited and a bunch of high-five’s later, we were in the top 5. Take that Kyle haters!

 

Still going strong: 

Kyle got as high as first, before a caution came out. Everyone came down pit road, and Kyle was not the fastest out, ergo not first anymore. Fourth. I’ll take it.

“On to another year. It’s over”:

Those are not words you want to hear from one of the sports dominating drivers. Unfortunately, with 50 laps to go, Kyle’s engine blew. As he came down the front stretch, I screamed in absolute horror as I watched the white smoke billow out of his tailpipe. It was a moment in history I’d like to forget, but unfortunately, having had witnessed it myself, forgetting it is not possible. Ever.

The people all around us had no problem whatsoever cheering, clapping, and pointing and laughing at us when it happened. So rude. I cheered for Mark Martin the rest of the 50 laps, which is just fine because he’s my other favorite driver. He brought home a 6th place finish. “It’s about time, Mark.”

 

Posers:

Who can resist a perfect opportunity to have their picture taken at the track? Not us! Aww. Aren’t we just so cute?  :-)

I’m tired, my feet hurt, and I’m a tad sunburned. But, it was worth every single penny JK paid.

 

Hear the crowd. Feel the rumble. Smell the tires. Fabulous. A perfect day.