Team Endura...me likey

So the Atlanta fall race had a little kick to it this year - a surprise bachelorette party for our dear friend Cowboy, who was getting married to Dutch in May 07, but as luck would have it, they moved it up to New Year's Eve...so our previously piss-poor timing of a bachelorette party turned out to be quite timely indeed! Also in attendance was Fat Baby's Aunt who brought lots of the fixins, to wit:



Unfortunately, it was colder than shit, so Cowboy had to cover up her suck for a buck shirt...not that that stopped her from earning a hefty sum that night!
This fine gentleman gave us his card because he wanted this picture emailed to him. Not really sure why...

There was a nice list that Cowboy had to accomplish, and she did a really good job. Here's her accomplishing one of those feats: Getting an underwear tag. But who knew she'd pick such a looker?



Oh yeah...it was Halloween weekend, too. So she wasn't actually harrassing the law!





Last but not least, she was to funnel a beer on top of the 96 Rock stage, which this year happened to be on a roof patio motorcoach. While she may not have funneled the beer, she was on radio, heard by friends in far away lands, and so we counted that task completed! All in all, a successful bachelorette party. We even came away with a new hat, but found the owner later on in the weekend.




Other than the rainstorm as we pulled into the track, great weekend was had by all...had our 4 RV's in a box which turned out great and kept some of the bitter cold weather out. Congrats Cowboy & Dutch and thanks to all those race fans who participated in our "Chase is On" Scavenger Hunt!

Thanks to Fat Baby's Mama's inlaws, this Dega saw some new faces to the track including Fat Baby's Daddy and Fat Baby's Uncle and Aunt. Kitty misssed her usual race cohorts tremendously, but drank through it and a trip out on the track helped to motor on, as well.

Because of the above mentioned inlaws, we got a once-in-a-lifetime trip around Talladega Superspeedway in a tow truck! On the apron! Woohoo! And got to mill around the front stretch for approximately an hour while we waited to do our parade lap with other safety vehicles and a potato chip truck (kinda sounds like a line from my favorite song, Convoy).

So the Clan met me at Dega, and in true Dega fashion, E got to the track about 1 minute late to cross the track to get to our special infield spot (thanks to Dutch). Gate guy even remembered and commented, "Hey! This happened to you last year!" No shit. Last year's practice cleared by 11:00 a.m. On this day, however, with ARCA, Trucks and Cup cars, the gate was not to be opened (the gate people guessed, and were right) until the evening. Sooooo, luckily the Clan had their truck and we moseyed into the infield to stalk out a parking space, only to meet one of the famous Cajuns from races past. And in typical Cajun fashion, we were welcomed, fed, and fed some more. They may have furnished some adult beverages, as well.

After finally getting into the track, we spent a majority of the weekend between the Cajun party and the Boulevard. Here's FB's Aunt and Kitty enjoying some beverages as Carl Edwards dines in the coach next to us (and drinking our water). Atypical of a trip to the track was the driver sighting quotient, including visits at the Cajun party by Dale Jr., Candyman, D.J. (who FB's aunt conned into a pic) and others.

Also on hand for the weekend was Race Jammer 2! They were parked on the Boulevard, complete with Cruisin Coolers and Jello Syringe Shots! Cruised the strip on the cooler, partook in some wonderful shots and enjoyed our Race Jammer 2 compatriots.

All in all, the Rookies did great, the race weekend was awesome, and FB's Aunt proved herself - think she might be invited to Atlanta!