That's Lenny driving that truck. He served many purposes. He was the "Pace Truck". He also carried the flag around during the prayer and national anthem that a little girl sang. And, of course, he picked up debris anytime there was a wreck and there were plenty. The races were starting at dusk. They have to because if they start any earlier, turn two could be treacherous looking into the sun. That's what they said anyway. My camera doesn't take good pictures at night. It was tons of fun. All of the cars were handpainted and men and WOMEN were racing. They had kids bicycle races between the heat races and the feature races. AND, they are apparently famous for this...
They were out of Brownie Mousse by the time I got around to it, but I liked the sign! One of my favorite things about the whole night was the tow truck. It had Mater painted on it and everytime someone wrecked they would holler, "Mater, you are needed on the track." It was great. Have you seen Cars?
HA. She's laying in that same spot right now!
That's about all I have time for at the moment. I've got to go have a little heart to heart with my hunk of burning love about how I don't think we are going to be doing construction work at 9 p.m. anymore. Ya know what I mean?
Have a good Thursday! I promise I'm going to get Rhett's birthday party posted by the weekend. We are going to Dyersburg for a cousin's wedding shower on Saturday. Do things ever slow down?
Oh, heavens, I almost forgot! I took my first sewing class yesterday at Joann's. I can't wait to get started on some "projects".