Thursday, February 22, 2007
Welcome Race Fans to the 2007 Season
But per usual, the Cruisin Coolerscr were a source of constant entertainment, until Dutch took a sinkhole at mach 80 with his hair on fire and ended the day for cooler #2. Oh yeah, as you can tell, Floyd made it to race weekend, probably just so she could be in this snapshot:
We also enjoyed the wheelbarrow races for the second year in a row (see post 2006), but did not participate in said races. However, a dear admirer and participant from the previous year (again, see post 2006) picked Cowboy out of the crowd of thousands and continued to "shadow" (or stalk...take your pick) us (her) for the rest of the night.
She forgot she just got married, but oh well, Dutch understood. He almost kissed Jr. too.
Thanks to Kim & Duane, the Team was heated once again by their propane heater and a thousand blankets, and the shots too, whilst visiting:
So other than the cold, was a great weekend for racing. Had to host this poor guy who was locked out of his car. We enjoyed sharing a beer with our new pal, Marty:
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Surprise Cowboy! It's your Bachelorette Party!
Unfortunately, it was colder than shit, so Cowboy had to cover up her suck for a buck shirt...not that that stopped her from earning a hefty sum that night!
This fine gentleman gave us his card because he wanted this picture emailed to him. Not really sure why...
There was a nice list that Cowboy had to accomplish, and she did a really good job. Here's her accomplishing one of those feats: Getting an underwear tag. But who knew she'd pick such a looker?
Oh yeah...it was Halloween weekend, too. So she wasn't actually harrassing the law!
Last but not least, she was to funnel a beer on top of the 96 Rock stage, which this year happened to be on a roof patio motorcoach. While she may not have funneled the beer, she was on radio, heard by friends in far away lands, and so we counted that task completed! All in all, a successful bachelorette party. We even came away with a new hat, but found the owner later on in the weekend.
Other than the rainstorm as we pulled into the track, great weekend was had by all...had our 4 RV's in a box which turned out great and kept some of the bitter cold weather out. Congrats Cowboy & Dutch and thanks to all those race fans who participated in our "Chase is On" Scavenger Hunt!
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Talladega Rookie Style
Because of the above mentioned inlaws, we got a once-in-a-lifetime trip around Talladega Superspeedway in a tow truck! On the apron! Woohoo! And got to mill around the front stretch for approximately an hour while we waited to do our parade lap with other safety vehicles and a potato chip truck (kinda sounds like a line from my favorite song, Convoy).
So the Clan met me at Dega, and in true Dega fashion, E got to the track about 1 minute late to cross the track to get to our special infield spot (thanks to Dutch). Gate guy even remembered and commented, "Hey! This happened to you last year!" No shit. Last year's practice cleared by 11:00 a.m. On this day, however, with ARCA, Trucks and Cup cars, the gate was not to be opened (the gate people guessed, and were right) until the evening. Sooooo, luckily the Clan had their truck and we moseyed into the infield to stalk out a parking space, only to meet one of the famous Cajuns from races past. And in typical Cajun fashion, we were welcomed, fed, and fed some more. They may have furnished some adult beverages, as well.
After finally getting into the track, we spent a majority of the weekend between the Cajun party and the Boulevard. Here's FB's Aunt and Kitty enjoying some beverages as Carl Edwards dines in the coach next to us (and drinking our water). Atypical of a trip to the track was the driver sighting quotient, including visits at the Cajun party by Dale Jr., Candyman, D.J. (who FB's aunt conned into a pic) and others.
Also on hand for the weekend was Race Jammer 2! They were parked on the Boulevard, complete with Cruisin Coolers and Jello Syringe Shots! Cruised the strip on the cooler, partook in some wonderful shots and enjoyed our Race Jammer 2 compatriots.
All in all, the Rookies did great, the race weekend was awesome, and FB's Aunt proved herself - think she might be invited to Atlanta!
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Thursday is a non-race day, so we took the time to be helpful to the race fans in attendance at Bristol, to wit:
We did not charge Nationwide for our services and not surprising, we had at least two takers looking for directions. Which leads one to wonder...do the Nationwide helpers regularly have dogs and beers whilst they give you information? Me thinks not. Idiots. In the spirit of Kitty's devotion to the insurance industry, there was no bad information given out, though the temptation was definitely there.
So, despite the hot temperatures (way above Cowboy's thermostat tolerance), the Team drank through the day and ended up at this splendiferous event:
That would be the "Hauler Parade" which apparently begins many miles down the road and fans LINE THE HIGHWAY in order to see A BUNCH OF TRUCKS. Being a fan of Smokey and the Bandit and BJ and the Bear, I can see the lure of the parade. But the fact that sooooo many people take time out of their party/drinking night to line a street to hear trucks beep their horns...just scary. Though we are in the hills of Tennessee. Guess that explains it. After the parade and an interesting night of friend-making (or not so much), we bid adieu to Dutch in the morning. Waiting in the wings after a horrific work day was Lil Bit, a.k.a the Carni, who arrived just in time for the night Busch race. We had good seats, but not as good as this race fan:
Oh yeah, that would be the world's best mullet. And luckily for Kasey Kahne, she's a fan. Race was good, made even better by the "cherry game" which consisted of ingesting a liquor soaked cherry during every caution. Unfortunately for us (or fortunately if you're the fellas behind us), this was the Busch race, where they like to crash into each other, and the cherry supply was exhausted by the drunken Team. This in turn guided our way for the evening back at E, cohorting with our neighbors, affectionately known as the Cornhole guys (thanks to their plastic $100 commercial grade bean bag game). Mastering the game of Cornhole at 4 a.m. is not an easy task, or maybe it was, hard to say.
Luckily, our new found neighbors knew "people in the know" and we got tickets to the sold out Cup race. Here's some happy campers in almost the highest seat they could be in, sans cherries:
Per usual, good time had by all. And in typical Bristol fashion, another hurricane was brewing in the seas as Team E learned for the first time as they took off Sunday morning. Luckily, Ernesto was not a Katrina and everyone fared well. Thanks Bristol! It was fun...on to Dega!
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Charlotte Coca Cola 600
So our fun consisted of the usual...the wagon. Strapped the sucker onto the back of E, threw it into the back of a rental car to bring it into the infield for the Wagon Races, only to find out they no longer exist. Which was a huge, huge let down as well as a loss for the infield fans. Instead, we rode around and found a mobile margarita bar manned by our neighbors a few doors down. Even found random race fan to cart us around so Dutch could have some time off.
Immensely enjoyed the elixors offered at the mobile margarita bar and even helped make a few:
We won't mention the pole dancing that was going on, or the fact that Cowboy and Kitty felt the need to share the pole with the rest of the infield.
Thanks to Race Jammer 2, the races were seen atop the Jammer in between Turns 3 and 4. The Race Jammer folks even got us out of the racetrack on Friday night to visit the great downtown of Charlotte, NC for the Race Street Party. Other than the $5 beers and clean port-o-potties, not sure what else was there.
Finally, per usual for Team E, we made
our way into the garage area for our obligatory race pic:
No, no those are NOT Solo cups with Jim Beam and Coke in our hands! That would be wrong to bring into the garage area where it is all work! Hell, who are we kidding, if the security guards didn't throw us out for the smell on our breath, they surely wouldn't care if our cups were chock full of Beam. Nor did we give any of our spirits to the fellas working on the various cars here...we swear.
Enjoyed the hell out of the night race and didn't sweat nearly as much as last time we attended the Charlotte race. Congrats to Kasey for a great win. Next Venue...Bristol! Woohoo!
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
The Great American (Wheelbarrow) Race
The victory lap was quite the crowd pleaser. As was the rest of FBM's antics. In looking over our pictures from the weekend, we decided that we really didn't see much, except this train wreck we attended. At times there were motorcycles racing, golf carts racing, and finally no one could drive anymore and it ended with people foot racing (not nearly as exciting as golfcarts doing wheelies). We enjoyed another fun weekend with our neighbors and thank them for all their hospitality and apologize for our late nights (all due to the wheelbarrow races). Our weekend can be summed up by the following picture:
This is FBM, Kitty and Cowboy Dan in front of the sign that personifies a NASCAR race: the NASCAR Tit Judging Stand. Luckily a cold front blew in that night and there was no tit showing...not that there ever is by these three. But you could never tell by the crowd (which included FBM's husband...hmmmmm) that gathered one second after we sat our sorry asses on this box to rest after walking from one side of the track to the other.
On a side note, the completed racing table made its first appearance and a special shout out to Dutch for a job well done! Here's to hoping Kitty's dad doesn't sell the racing tire base to said table for his various habits.
Bravo Team for a job well done and congrats to JJ for winning the 500 (sometimes we forget what we're there for)
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Let's go Racing!
Not that it looks bad on Tony (well, maybe just a little). Course, who are we to throw stones? Many months have passed since the Chicken Dip Poisoning, and maybe the jeans don't fit as well now as they used to after said poisoning. On a sunny note, Cowboy Dan reports a recent illness and resulting pound dropage which has caused her oh-so-well-fitting new jeans to droop a little. This is awfully disconcerting for her, considering her previous content with her look. She'll do fine at the track, though...I'm quite sure, especially with her Daytona '05 hair making an encore appearance. Our dear Carnie has to miss the race due to her previous committment to that Arizona pay-for-your-medical-license school she is now teaching for, or at least training to teach for. She will be missed, as well as her endless supply of pointless banter which entertains the troops until her voice goes.
So here's to another awesome weekend and the success of Team E in 2006!