We are the Champions!

Despite me dropping the camera, Chris having to be towed in yesterday and the car leaking noticeable amounts of fluids today, we managed to finish the race each day and win our class. Today I brought Chris' camera and saw what a superior job it does of action photos over my crippled and devastated camera.

Saturday morning started way to early:
Did anybody else see the sunrise? I bet not. You know why? Because normal people are still asleep at that hour on the weekend.

First session out on Saturday:
Yep, that's a tow truck dragging the vee back to the pits. Not a good way to start the weekend, but much to the excitement and delight of our millions of fans we were able to get back on track:
Oh right, there was just me.

This weekend there were also stock cars (Nascar) there running with the race group (that's us).
Yes, that last one is sponsored by Hooters.

Today started off better just by virtue of not needing a tow truck. Luckily we missed all the rain this weekend. It rained a little in Chico yesterday while we were at the track and it rained over night, but was done by morning and everything at the track was dry. But it was crAzY windy today. It didn't quite lift the cows up in the air, but almost.


And the grand finale:
The winner of each race class gets a checkered flag at the end of the race so that they can tout their superiority over the other drivers as they cruise through the paddocks back to their pit. Ha ha, other loser drivers! Sure, some of the loser drivers drove over 20 seconds faster a lap than us, but they're not in our class so they get nothing and like it!

It was after that moment of glory that we noticed a trail of fluid coming out from under the car. Even I, who is by no means a car expert, knows that's not good. Now the highly decorated speed machine is sitting in pieces in the driveway drying off after a good hose down while we watch some of that second rate child's play racing called Nascar. They only wish they could be as cool as us.