Team Endura...me likey

Well we made it through yet another Daytona weekend with all our limbs still attached, despite Fat Baby's Mamma partaking in the highlight of the weekend, The Wheelbarrow Races. About 100 feet from E's spot was a huge-ass party complete with music, drunks, man waving a checkered flag and Wheelbarrows. FBM's thought to prove herself not a sallie by wheeling said Wheelbarrow with Trackpants Dorkus aboard. She did some races by herself (and lost) before challenging her sister, Cowboy Dan, and finally getting the win. Here's just a sample of the fun that was had:
















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)