Friday, July 22, 2005
A Tale from Pocono
Since TEAM ENDURA is not attending the Pocono race this weekend, perhaps a Pocono story is appropriate at this point in time regarding a certain TEAM ENDURA member:
It was circa early 80's and this certain Team Member's family was traveling to Pocono for the weekend NASCAR race. They towed their 16 ft. trailer to the track and the 'Rents, being the cheapasses they are, directed the kids into the trailer so as to elude the ticketers and save themselves the $5.00 it would have cost to get them in (side note: the 'Rents don't drink, so what was that money being spent on?). Being the savvy and sly person this Team Member is, she told her sister to join her in the bathroom to hide in case the ticketers decided to check out the interior of this 16 ft. palace on wheels. As fate would have it, those rocket scientists known as ticketers decided to canvass the trailer. Mr. I Know You're Hiding People in Here decided to check out the kid's hiding space, the 2' x 2' bathroom, complete with accordian curtain as a door. As that savvy Team Member slid up against the wall, pushing her sister along side of her, the Ticket Nazi pushed back the curtain, but not far enough! The two kids escaped without observation, a feat the parents still owe them for, and no doubt, are still in awe of.
The Family moved into the infield, deciding on a nice spot on the fence near the Tunnel Turn (unreserved, total $20.00), and set up camp. The next day, the Motorhome from Hell, housing 6 drunk as shit men, moved in, parked in back of and parallel to the nice Family. Now, it will be said that the infield is no place for children, but back then, NASCAR racing wasn't nearly as popular, there were plenty of spots to rock out with your cock out, and one would think the last place a crew such as this would park was next to a Family (shit, TEAM ENDURA knows better). But noooooo. Interestingly enough, these gentlemen thought that a spot next to two little girls would be perfect for their infield activities. What activities you ask?
GETTING ON TOP OF THE MOTORHOME BUTT-ASS NAKED AND SHOWING EVERYTHING THE GOOD LORD GAVE THEM
Man, there were alot of penises on top of that motorhome. While she stared up in wonderment, the Mother ushered that Team Member inside of the trailer, but not before the drunk asses uttered, "Come here little girl!" Yeaaahhh....Goooodd Tiiimmees.
And so the story goes of when and where Kitty saw her first penis.
It was circa early 80's and this certain Team Member's family was traveling to Pocono for the weekend NASCAR race. They towed their 16 ft. trailer to the track and the 'Rents, being the cheapasses they are, directed the kids into the trailer so as to elude the ticketers and save themselves the $5.00 it would have cost to get them in (side note: the 'Rents don't drink, so what was that money being spent on?). Being the savvy and sly person this Team Member is, she told her sister to join her in the bathroom to hide in case the ticketers decided to check out the interior of this 16 ft. palace on wheels. As fate would have it, those rocket scientists known as ticketers decided to canvass the trailer. Mr. I Know You're Hiding People in Here decided to check out the kid's hiding space, the 2' x 2' bathroom, complete with accordian curtain as a door. As that savvy Team Member slid up against the wall, pushing her sister along side of her, the Ticket Nazi pushed back the curtain, but not far enough! The two kids escaped without observation, a feat the parents still owe them for, and no doubt, are still in awe of.
The Family moved into the infield, deciding on a nice spot on the fence near the Tunnel Turn (unreserved, total $20.00), and set up camp. The next day, the Motorhome from Hell, housing 6 drunk as shit men, moved in, parked in back of and parallel to the nice Family. Now, it will be said that the infield is no place for children, but back then, NASCAR racing wasn't nearly as popular, there were plenty of spots to rock out with your cock out, and one would think the last place a crew such as this would park was next to a Family (shit, TEAM ENDURA knows better). But noooooo. Interestingly enough, these gentlemen thought that a spot next to two little girls would be perfect for their infield activities. What activities you ask?
GETTING ON TOP OF THE MOTORHOME BUTT-ASS NAKED AND SHOWING EVERYTHING THE GOOD LORD GAVE THEM
Man, there were alot of penises on top of that motorhome. While she stared up in wonderment, the Mother ushered that Team Member inside of the trailer, but not before the drunk asses uttered, "Come here little girl!" Yeaaahhh....Goooodd Tiiimmees.
And so the story goes of when and where Kitty saw her first penis.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Correction...
I've been informed that I may have given the mistaken belief that we are Hookers (though the gate monitors at Talladega last October may have had that idea as well, since they 1) were astounded that only three girls were in the motorhome and 2) sent the cops to drive past us every half hour after our arrival at 1:00 a.m). We in fact are not Hookers (though I'm not sure what the carni does after dark), but actually just plain (read as goodlooking) girls. Sorry for the disappointment, Dutch Porn Star.
Also, be sure to tune back for the sale of our exclusive "Team Endura...me likey" collapsible can coozie (If Cowboy Dan can ever get off her fat ass to order same)
Also, be sure to tune back for the sale of our exclusive "Team Endura...me likey" collapsible can coozie (If Cowboy Dan can ever get off her fat ass to order same)
Monday, July 18, 2005
What is a Team Endura?
While "Endura" is not a defined word, its closest relative, "Enduro" means
'A race, as of motorcycles, that tests endurance' and that is exactly what Team Endura is: A race of beer/liquor drinking during a NASCAR race weekend that definitely does test our endurance. Comprised of 3 professional working girls, Team Endura is housed in a spacious motocoach aptly named the Endura (soon to be Team Endura). We strive to have fun, meet new friends and most importantly, enjoy to the extreme a race weekend in the infield (track permitting). Due to our professional lives, our NASCAR racing is on a limited schedule and not the 36 week grind the real guys do, but we do our part to participate at every chance we can. Stay tuned for various tales from the track.
