Team Endura...me likey

Bristol, Tennessee...not a snoozer like Dutch and Stewie like to portray here. This was the most superb race venue of 2005...so far. The smell, the sound, the rubbin's racin nature of the track, it was all that was advertised, and more. We arrived via Michigan 17 hours later and around midnight. Note to Michigan, Ohio and Kentucky...fix your roads and make a lane for those wanting to get out of your state quicker than the 55 mph we were forced to go. As for Tennessee...how about trimming those mountains so Endora doesn't feel like she's traveling up Mount Everest every five minutes...and get rid of all those truckers while you're at it. The trucker giving us the finger for just purely following him was completely uncalled for and Team E took offense to such nonsense.

Sooooo...on to Bristol. Bravo to the Earhardt Station for a fantabulous spot on the new ridge, with HOOKUPS! There ain't anything greater on a race weekend than electricity, water and sewer (especially sewer!).

And no, you can't see up Dutch's pants here, though I'm not sure what his hand is doing...

While the race weekend was unforgettable, full of excitement and fun, perhaps the highlight was what these four were saying to the camera lens in the pre-race activities of the Sharpie 500, "Hey Folks! Underwear Optional...Rock out...!" Yes, there seemed to be a problem with Dutch's supply of britches, so instead of being an oddball out, the rest of the team said, 'hey, we don't need no stinkin' underwear," and proceeded to breach the Bristol Motor Speedway sans drawers. Yep. Luckily, it wasn't tooooo hot out, though I think the folks behind us, judging from their stern looks, had a clue as to our lack of underclothes. It was a fun time for all, the bathroom trips went that much quicker, and to be quite honest, I feel that a new tradition has been launched. Rock out! Next stop...Talladega.