The Duct Tape Invitational starts tomorrow - er, ah, today…in a few hours! We spent the whole day driving. “Oh, Salinas? It’s ‘ah two a’ hours, my friends!” By no stretch of the imagination is it two hours. We can go ahead and round to six hours. What a drive, though. It was gorgeous.
Ok, so this morning when we were all ready to roll out - all cars were packed - I say, “Who’s driving our car?” Al looks over and says, “Me. I am totally driving. Wait. I am not. This is a stick. Ha!” We had a car full of people who couldn’t drive stick all sitting in the passenger seats with a vacant driver’s seat. Fortunately, one of the cars hadn’t left yet. Reagan popped out and saved us from ourselves.
Hey team manager, can you manage to get us there? Yuk, yuk.
Madison made sure the mini-van was totally go pro’d.
What else? Scott threw an orange at Dane’s car. Both cars were chased by a bunch of screaming Italians who thought they were the target of the drive-by-fruiting. Todd mooned us, then gave us a thumbs up.
We had jet-fuel coffee for lunch. Scott tried to get a sandwich with some sort of vegetables on it. Too much to ask. Dane looks at Scott’s plate and says, “Do you know what looks good? Not that.”
The point is that the ham & cheese sandwich is chucked onto the dash. That’s how you have to do it. Casual.
The bull awaits.