racing

Last night was another night at Port Angeles Speedway. Stu, being overwhelmed at work (2 days left of tax season) decided to go and race to "feel better". He grabbed his race car (which is not legal because of new rules, but the track wasn't getting anyone else out, so they delayed the new rules until next month-go figure) his red racing suit, his jug of ice water, the tools of the trade and left in a rush. I get to the track when "meet the driver" is going on. This is when the fans can go down on the track and visit with the drivers and look at their cars. I sit in the stands with a bunch of "old guys"- they are all friends from years of being in the stands together. All retired gentlemen, who now call me sweetheart, and "there she is!!". I think they are all nice guys, and I enjoy sitting with them. They act like kids at the track, except none of them move very well!!! (I don't either, after sitting for 3 or 4 hours.) Here is also a picture of Jared when he won a race last year, with the car Stu got 4th with last night. Does that make sense?

Anyway, Jared was not racing, since stu had the only car that is any good right now. I am not as scared or sick when Stu races, except when someone tries to "take him out" . Politics at the track are infamous. Anyway, I made it through another night, and stu got 4th in the main. Jared wants to start a new class - running mini demos in the mud. Can't remember what it's called- oh yeah, "rallying". We'll see! Here is a picture of Stu in his racing suit. It's not the right car, but racing is racing!