Team Endura...me likey

Well, we made it. An entire racing season, having gone to 9 of the 36...not bad with the Team living in different states and having full time jobs (sort of). As a final tribute to the year (and perhaps because Floyd missed this race and missed this future ex-husband of her's), this guy graced us with his presence. What's missing is the pink high tops he adorned with such a fashion statement. By the way, we all know they sell those sunglasses, but people actually buy them??

And yet another fine example of a Dale Jr. fan. Bravo!

So the Weekend consisted of a truck race, Busch race and Cup race, all culminating with championships. Kitty and Cowboy spent Friday night waiting for the truck race to start, or waiting for the 30 beers to kick in...hard to say. Shout out to the infield concessions stand for 1) serving beer and 2) staying open. There ended up being no race, but we can't say the same for having no buzz. And afterall, isn't it that much easier riding in a Think with a buzz than a non-buzz? Me thinks so.

While the Team likes to keep on the down-low, Saturday night might have instead been an all time low. We think this picture sums it up:

Yes, that is a hot tub. Yes, its in the back of a pick up truck. Yes, rubber duckies were involved. No, its not Victory Lane. Quite the ending to a wonderful racing season. Cheers to all, and especially Tony Stewart for winning his second championship. He can thank me later.

Atlanta in the Fall is Cold. This may be a little over the top, but to a South Florida girl, it was cold. Luckily, the weather was all that was cold. Fatbaby's Mama graced us with her presence at the track (per usual for the Fall). She was quite the party girl and lacking in any type of fatbaby withdrawal (okay, perhaps a bit of a stretch). Despite the lackluster fan involvement in the infield festivities, these racefans (armed with the waaaagon and a new driver, see right) endeavored on to find the Perfect Party. No, we did not find the Perfect Party (some say its in Cowboy's pants, but I'm not going there), but we did find some nice folks with a fire pit (read...WARM). The 96 Rock Party apparently went defunct, probably because Grandma the Funneler kicked the bucket. But who's to say. We did encounter the infamous Snake Pit (see Talladega post) and it was like coming home. There's nothing like a nice warm snake pit shot to warm up the 'ol blood.

This here is a nice photo of some race participants...don't they look happy? To me, it looks like FBM (fat baby's mama) is about to break out into a sprint, away from the photo...so kudos to her for sticking it out. We sorely missed our neighbors, Dave and Mike, and await for their excuse for missing race weekend. Shout out to Carl Edwards for sweeping Atlanta 2005....if only we could get him to flip off Endura (that may stop him from getting his first Cup...just kidding). We're off to Homestead now...Championshit Weekend.