Saturday - The Modifieds Are Here!

We woke up pretty dismal weather, but no rain yet.  All weekend long, we kept checking the weather channel and things were looking pretty bad for the area we were in. :-(

Lou and Greg planned to leave for Orange County around 11 a.m. to prepare the SHR car for the night's race.  While Lou was in the shower, Greg came over and said he'd already heard from the boys back at the shop that OCS had canceled the night's race because of rain in the area.
:-( Oh well, Lou will have to wait for another time to make his pit crew debut now.  Does that mean he can stop that snoring, er...I mean practicing those airgun noises??? ;-)

After that, Lou said he was going over to the Dub camper to talk [commiserate] with Greg.  While I was getting dressed for the day, I had my own "head fumpuss!"  I dropped one of my contact lenses down the bathroom drain in the trailer! :-0 I knew it was possible to try and get
it out of the "trap" under the sink (because I'd done the same thing at home a few years ago).  I leave the trailer, looking for Lou, swearing to myself that I am NOT going to admit to anyone, but Lou, what I have done.  Right!  I walk through Bruce's campsite, where he is talking to
his neighbor, Gurney, and David Gregg.  When I get to the Dub camper, no one is there! :-0 I walk back by Bruce and he sees that I am frustrated and says "Lose somethin?" meaning that it looked like I was checking up on Lou or something.  Those were just the wrong words to say to me at that moment!  My frustration knew no bounds and I just exploded with "Yeah, I lost my goddamn contact lens down the sink drain!"  Whoops! :-0 That earned me many smirks and bellylaughs then (and the rest of the weekend).  I quickly clammed up and just said if they saw Lou to send him back to the camper.  A little while later, David brings over a pipe wrench and then quickly beats feet away; he probably did not want to be near me at that moment.  Finally, Lou arrives and I ask if David sent him back and does he know what's wrong.  He says "I heard!  But not from David!"  Whoops again!  Luckily Lou was able to get the pipe under the sink apart and we found my contact in there! :-) Needless to say, it got extra sterilizing after that!  Lou was my hero [once again)! :-)

Later, Kdub decided that the Dub awning was just too much of a hazard for the guys, so she decided to make a sign to mark it as a Low Clearance.  Of course, as usual, we had to mock Lou and make another joke about his name, so I suggested we call it a "Lou Clearance" since
he was the tallest and the one most likely to hit his head (after Bruce, that is).  Kdub was lamenting that she didn't have any posterboard to use and again, I suggested she use the back from a dead case of Natural Light.  How innovative we become when we are in "primitive"
surroundings. ;-)  That worked well and Greg secured her sign to the awning post.  It read: "Lou Clearance: No Head Fumpusses - Bruce this means you!"  Meant to get a picture of that, but never got a chance. :-(

Bruce and Darnelle's daughter, Becky, and her husband, Jeff, part of the ususal M-ville gang showed up sometime that morning to make our little group complete. :-)

Everyone decides they are going to the Modified Race, but the Marylanders were more anxious, so we headed up to the track before the North Carolinians.  They were just getting ready to hold second day qualifying when it started raining.  Luckily it was just another quick shower, so we just hunkered down under our rain ponchos and waited it out.  Unfortunately, they canceled second day qualifying, so a lot of drivers didn't get a second chance and had to go home.

Just as we were about to give up hope on the NC folk, they showed up, just in time for the start of the modified race. :-)   I've already done a mini-ucap of that, so I won't repeat it except that I still like the Tidy Cat car and I finally know that the winner's name is Mike Ewanisko (thanks Karen J. and Ken Piel!)

After the race, we stayed for part of happy hour, but it was getting pretty cold, so we left early.  We finally heard (from Kdub since she asked at the RW trailer) that they would not have a Jeremy Mayfield trailer until Charlotte. :-( So we just wandered through the other souvenir areas as we walked back.

Oh yeah!  We decided not to have the Saturday Reunion since only Bob Hruska sounded interested and he was only a "maybe" since he had pit passes.  We decided (ok, it was me), that it was just too cold to stand out there any longer.

Back at the Fiefdom, I mean campground, the Evil Land Baron was making his rounds collecting tribute ($25 weekend camping fee).  Although all the men were there together in Bruce's "fief", he wanted to go up and down each row and collect so he wouldn't miss anyone.  I suggested that
Greg hurry and move their RV over to a row that had already paid, but he didn't take me up on the suggestion. ;-)

David had checked out another homeowner up the street who was renting out lawnspace for camping and found her to be much more agreeable and the prices to be not a lot higher.  We all decided we may try to park there next fall.

That evening, Lou and I made a trip to the local Winn-Dixie (MM fan you know) to get something for dinner since we thought Lou was gonna be at OCS that night and hadn't brought anything for dinner.  We stopped by a nearby gas station to top off and get some Ice (tm).  While we were there, we saw several of the Modified haulers stopping there too before heading back north.  It was kinda funny to see all those Massachusetts' tags in southern Virginia! :-)

On to another night of drinking and revilry (not too much; we're basically a harmless group).  Becky had a boombox and Bruce did his usual backward dancing while preparing their steaks on the grill.  We felt sorry for David and Shari and their two kids (Andrew and Emile) stuck in their trailer all night, since they didn't want to hang outside with us drunks, so we popped in and out and visited with them while making our beer runs. :-)

Luckily, there were no head fumpusses that night!  Thanks to Kdub's sign!   :-)

As the night got later, Bruce's male playmates from around the campground came looking for him (Howard and crew).  They'd come by asking where he was and we'd tell them he'd gone the opposite way from the way he'd really gone.  Eventually Lou and I decided to hit the sack
and bid farewell to most everyone.  As we walked away from Bruce's camper, we heard him next door, so we stopped by over there for a few minutes.  There was a guy with a guitar serenading that group.  We stayed long enough to join in for a least one rendition of "The Perfect County & Western Song."  You know the one?  "You don't have to call me darlin'...darlin. . . I was drunk the day my Mom got out of prision. . . " :-) Now our night was complete, so we headed off to bed.

Cheryl

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