Night at the races
So I just got home from the race track. I forgot how fun it is there. There are usually a few small races then a few larger ones, but this time there were just three long races. My favorite racing series, ROMCO Super Late models, were there as well as the Texas Super Racing Series (TSRS), and the Allstar Race Truck Series (ARTS). I know your probably thinkin' what the hell does all that mean. It means I had a blast. Michael went with me, my dad, my sister and her friend. I think Mike was surprised that I knew more what I was talking about than most of the men there. Been goin' a looooong time. Before long though, a lot of people kept showing up, and people get drunk and rude. Including my sister (not the drunk part, but DEFINATELY the rude part). I already had a severe fit of clausterphobia when this guy sat pretty much right on top of me. He ate peanuts, and smelled...BAD. It's pretty sad when you wish someone would burn out on the track because burning rubber probably smelled better than this guy.
But the real fun started on the way out. Buy the time the races are over, a lot of people were pretty drunk and getting out of the parking lot is always fun (sarcasm). My dad was bein' nice and let some guy in this Nissan Extera in and this big old redneck honky tonk F-3 gazillion truck tried to pull in and was bein really stupid and kept inching up on the Extera. And finally he hit it and moved it over right in front of us. I was thinkin "man the guy in the Extera is pissed." And he got out of the truck, then I was thinking, "hoooooooo ho o hooo, he's a lil' bigger 'n I thought he was." Whoooo, wouldn't wanna be the guy in the F-3 gazillion...
So tomorrow I have to hit the stores with my mom and try to find somethings that I can wear to school, and try to get what ever school supplies are left at Walmart. I'll be with Mike for a while too, but if any one wants to do somethin, lemme know.
Night all.