I had no idea I was so long winded.
I am still telling you about day 2 of our trip and this is part 5! If youre enjoying these reports, the good news is that we stayed for nine days. If you are not enjoying these reports the bad news is we stayed for nine days.
We left MGM and crammed into Brothers van and DS's car. We were a group of 11 people at this point, and that is alot of skin-to-skin contact.
I drive. Thats the rules. I don't care who owns the car, I'm driving, or I'm not going. Brother understands the rules and squishes into the back. DH is chanting *No skin-to-skin!*
You see, Maine-ers aren't used to humidity in October. It is an un-natural state for us to be in. Keep your clammy, sticky skin over there.
Oh, where are we going?
Yeah, there were a few in our group that didn't know that either.
For anyone who has a nascar loving family, or for anyone who has HEARD of nascar, this is another event I would highly recommend.
The Richard Petty Driving Experience. Its just outside of the MK parking lot. There were a couple of them that thought we were heading for the MK, it looks like you are as you drive up. Just bear to the left and *presto* there you are. You have to stop at the gate, and a man comes over to the car and says something but I couldn't hear him over the hillbilly screams coming from the back. The light turned green and I just went for it. You go in a tunnel that is acutually under the track.
When DS & I drive in tunnels, we beep our horns. Don't do that. There are two guys on the other side of the tunnel, sitting in lawn chairs, having a soda, and you WILL scare the sweet heck out of them. I am pretty sure they started off in the lawn chairs, but when we immerged from the tunnels, they were on the ground.
DH is a die-hard nascar loving fan. This was the only time during our trip he forgot about the skin-to-skin contact rules. Poor DH was sitting in the wayyyy back of the van too. We all get out and gather together behind the van, except DH. I question Brother and he is giggling.
They locked him in the van.
The van is rocking and banging around and you can hear screams comming out of it,
**Let me out !!**
Brother was holding the power lock button. I slap Brother, collect poor DH, who at this point is purple! He shot out of that van like a roadrunner on speed. He was a blur. * Zoooom , Gone *
The rest of us enter the building and DH is already at the counter, bouncing up and down. He has the full attention of the nascar ride guy, who can't understand DH.
He's talking like this:
" Gimmeacar,I'mgoingoutonthetrack,didyouhearthat,its anenginerevingup,whatareyouwaitingfor,getmeinacar, Igottago,ohtheregoesacar,I'mnotinit,letsgo."
Left the Xanax back in the room. It should be right next to DH's drivers licence, because I let him have it back, remember?
Lucky for him, they were only doing the ride-along. I paid for DH, DS and commando Nikki to go. They looked at DS and gave me a military discount. So, instead of $89 each it came to $78.
Nice surprise!
Brother's entire crew went except for pigtails. We had to wait about 1/2 hour, and I didn't think they could live that long. So they are standing around chatting with the nascar ride guy, and I am not paying attention to anything until everyone stops talking and is now staring at me.
"What??"
Em (6) is pointing at me and starts SCREAMING "She delivers pizza!!"
I point out the window and scream back "Chuck & Dave, Chuck & Dave!!"
What was this all about? Turns out the guy that will be driving them around also delivers pizza at night. They figure anyone who drives 40+ hours a week, can certainly drive in a circle without too much of a problem. The NASCAR drive guy looks at me and asks "Looking for a job?" Man, you and an entire room of people, that I don't know have discovered that I am, in fact, a "pizza dude". Yeah, I'm always looking for a job. What’s wrong with you?
So, everyone involved in the ride along gets into the fire-resistant suits. These are not to be confused with fire-proof suits. This is what the NASCAR ride guy kept telling us and all I keep thinking is if you are in a wreak out there at 165 mph, isn't the type of suit your wearing irrelevant? Shouldn't they invest in impact-resistant suits?
Finally, thank God, they are lined up waiting to get into their harnesses. They have really loud music playing right there, and it gets everyone pumped up. DS & Brother are be- bopping along with the song, while wearing their fire-resistant suits and harnesses. Harnesses restrict your movement and the straps go around between your legs. Should have seen DS's face when he realized that! Caught that moment on tape! OWCH! No more dancing for him.
Everyone gets their turn and the last to go is Commando Nikki (17). This was her punishment for the whistle earlier. She gets in and I am screaming "Careful! Fragile cargo!" They go around the track, but I didn't see them finish. The other cars come around again, but still no Nikki. Now, it's over, I am flipping out thinking they hit the wall over on the side I can't see. I grab Beatlebum (14) start shaking her and am yelling "Where is your sister??" Full panic mode. Dh comes over and says "She's right there, she got a pit stop."
**BAM** I punched him. Right in the arm, really hard. In my mind, I reasoned, it was his fault somehow, just give me a minute to work out the details. If I wasn't in tears, I think he might have gotten mad at me. I never hit DH and I am not sure where THAT came from. I was lucky he was still soaring from his ride.
Can you believe this day is still not over, and we have a party to attend?