Team Endura...me likey

For those of you who don't know, Team Endura decided to take a trek to the Great White North (a.k.a. lotta fat and pale people here) to attend the Michigan Race, visit Kitty's kin in Traverse City, and then continue on to Bristol, TN for the Saturday night Sharpie 500 (not quite there yet). We began our journey with these underwear, left from a previous Team Endura journey to the races by an unnamed Team member, but apparently, they are not Kitty's nor Cowboy Dan's. Sooooo...they're still here for pick up at Bristol.




These two truckers decided to have a little chow with Fat Baby's Mama and Fat Baby prior to beginning the long haul to Michigan. We're all quite happy here, as you can tell. Shout out to Chick-Fil-A for a meal well done. And a special shout out to FBM and FB to come meet us off the highway to share a few moments before we cruised back onto the asphalt jungle we were soon to call home.





We made our way to Michigan International Speedway and set up shop here. You can see Cowboy Dan down in the left corner in her choice spot, per usual.











Luckily, we were in the presence of Kid Rock (who likes to Rock Out With His Cock Out) and made for Pit Road all that more interesting. Here he is looking at Cowboy Dan as she does a little diddy in front of Candy Man's car (obviously, he was not the only one looking or interested in this once in a lifetime phenom).








Here we see Cowboy Dan & Kitty hitting the pits in order to enjoy a day of racing. Per usual, their identities have been protected so that they may continue to infiltrate the Inner Circle. What the readers don't see is the cloud of media and admirers seeking autographs from Team Endura...a following that has developed as they continue their endeavors. Not a red carpet, but hey, rock gravel ain't so bad.





The Infield of MIS is supposed to be the best on the circuit. Cowoy Dan & Kitty decided to hit that scene dressed per usual to greet the fans of the infield, complete with chugging a pitcher of margaritas in order to fit their Jim Beam and Coke concoction in said pitcher. Dutch was there too, to the joy of "Scott" who figured out that Dutch had two women with him, "Lila & Daisy,"and felt the need to talk about his 2 inch manhood in order to lull one of the two to his den, also known as the white trash bus from hell. Luckily, Lila and Daisy had been primed for such sort a predicament and the moonshine cherries and straight Jack Daniels did not have its desired effect. These Team Endura members determined that this infield offered them nothing but drunks on bicycles, church buses, and not to be insensitive, but a whole helluva lot of fat white trash. Not that other infields don't offer the same, but we thinks the magic was missing. Nuf said.



And to bring our readers up to date, we made it out of the track, up to Lake Michigan where we are currently freezing our lack of nuts off. Stay tuned for a tale from Bristol.

Time for a tale from Atlanta. It just so happens that Team Endura infiltrated Victory Lane...mind you not looking like this...but pretty much acting like this. In fact, I think the people around us pictured us like this, as we trolled our wheelie cooler behind us and into victory lane, hootin' and hollerin', and generally making asses of ourselves. Luckily, there was a celebration going on and hundreds of media urging the victorious crew to exclaim "Wooooooooooooooo," to drown out our similar sentiments as we three jackasses merrily joined in, with the obligatory "#1" finger movement. It was only about 30 degrees that night, so I blame the weather on the level of intoxication that we all undoubtedly exhibited. We might look pretty tame and respectful of the winning team in this picture, but as you can see by the man on the left, he wasn't interested in the post-race activities as all the others were, but probably betting in his head which one of the three of us would do a header on the slippery checkered flag surface first. Luckily for all, we managed to keep each other verticle, mainly like this (thanks in part to Cowboy Dan's Manhands):

I blame it on the whappatuzzis, but that's another story for another time. We were not arrested in victory lane, nor were we banned from ever attending another race...lucky for them. There's no telling how long we were there, or how many people we pissed off, but it was a good time had by all, we're quite sure.

On an unrelated note, Team Endura got a new set of sheets...mama needed a new set of sheets, though after a few thousand beers and such, are sheets all that important? Me thinks not.