I Hated To See It End

This has been a wonderful weekend for Trucker and I. It's been a long time coming for us. Finding the time and money in the last couple of years to go out and enjoy doing something we love so much. Maybe if I hadn't took the "bull by the horns" so to speak, we would still be trying to find the time and money. Sometimes in order to make things happen you can't just rely on when the time is right but rather you have to make time for the time to be right. Yeah, I think I've finally learned this now. I won't soon forget it either. I think I'll be making time a whole heck of lot more now.

Friday when I got home from work Trucker was already in bed asleep. He was exhausted so much so you could actually hear him snoring in various parts of the house. He never ever snores unless he's just beaten. I sat up doing some odds and ends and piddling on the computer, checking out blogs I had missed that morning before work. Around midnight just as I was getting ready for bed our phone rang. As most of you know if the damn phone rings after 10 pm it's never good news. At least we have always found this to be true. Sure enough, not good news. I had actually sat there staring at the phone and thinking don't answer it, don't answer it. It was Trucker's brother. He has been in our state capitol most of the week with his wife having complications in an early delivery. So I knew it wouldn't be good. Well SIL is actually doing pretty well and having to stay another week or two. Brother always wants something when he calls. To make a long story short he did again. I told him in the morning I would pass the info on and not wake Trucker tonight. You could tell this was not exactly what he wanted me to do. Oh well, tough tookies here.

Saturday actually was a gorgeous day. I had worried half the week about it raining as it had rained half the damn week. I passed the dreaded message on to my sweet heart of a man. Who felt about the same way as I did about the message. Brother called just as I was telling him the story. You could tell a part of Trucker didn't really want to answer his cell either. They discussed the message and needless to say brother wasn't to keen on the answer again. Long story short, brother wanted Trucker to come and get him. Trucker's not his daddy you know.

OK, skipping on here. We didn't get to leave at all close to when we had planned, but we finally got out of here around 11am. A few miles out of town I asked if Trucker had gotten the tickets off the table. Nope we both forgot in our excitement. Had to turn around and go back and get them. Off again we go. Giggle and laugh on the way there and had a good time just riding along. Both talking of our races past. We get there and find our parking. Naturally it's a good mile or more away. Grabbed the tickets and start walking. Get to the gate and Trucker hands them over. The man looked at us as if we were playing some sort of joke on him. He handed one of them back and said "This is not a ticket sir but only the address, name and number". Poor Trucker had to walk the mile and however far back to the truck and retrieve the correct ticket. I stood and waited. Finally inside we walked around the souvenir trucks and made our wonderful fun little purchases. I cannot go to a track and not buy new shirts, caps and such. Neither can Trucker.

Once we got to our seats and the races started it was great. We both have missed this part of our life. I know it sounds silly but racing is one of the many reasons we are together. Trucker had found a woman who shared his passion in his sport.

We ended the day by stopping in at Colton's Steak House and eating supper. Then home to relax and see if we could find ourselves in the second running of the race on TV. Naturally we couldn't see ourselves but it was neat to see what we had just been doing and where we had spent our day.


It's funny the type of dress you see at these events.

Here's a few pics of the day.