Well, it's 11:30 here. I just woke up from a little nap. I'll be leavin' here about 1:30 to pick up my son and head on over to the track. We'll get there about 4 a.m. and have breakfast from McDonalds in the car and try to be one of the first ones in line at the gate.
I've been thinking-this might be my last year going over. I love going over but at 75 years old and with crippled legs, it's getting rough to make it.
I get a Lot pass so I can park close to the track which means we have to fight the traffic going home. (First ones in, last ones out type of deal) So, several years ago I started grilling steaks the night before (like I did earlier tonight) and I'll take the Coleman stove and sit under the trees and warm our steaks with some green beans and mashed potatoes. Then we sit and eat while the lines of cars try unsuccessfully to get out of the place for a couple of hours.
And there's also the problem of fighting off 100,000 drunks all day long who have no idea where they're at.
But anyway I'll be thinking of you guys.
