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By the time the trip arrived, {which by the way on conditions of the surprise gift I had to pay for the trip...pretty even trade} Patty had some basic knowledge and a favorite driver. I had never been to a super speedway so this was a very new experience for both of us. What we encountered was absolutely incredible and horribly exhausting. Our motel was 45 minutes away and on Saturday we arrived at the gate of Talladega at 7:00 a.m., not soon enough. The size and the area this place covers is massive and we had never seen so many campers in one place. We thought we were at Mardi-Gras. We did the tour of the drivers trailer area and spent plenty...yada yada yada. The Busch race that day involved a wreck that sent Tony sailing upside down in the #33 right in front of us. Patty was screaming and in tears and even with my assurance that he was okay she swore to me that this was her first and last race and I would be attending the cup race on my own the next day. Well after the race what should be a 45 min. trip back to our motel we arrived there 4 hours later.
The next day we were up and out the door by 5:00 a.m. and the drive took 90 minutes. The traffic was 90% Dega bound with cars and trucks that were all advertising drivers, we had a Tony Teddy Bear on the dash...go figure!! The track parking lots were filling fast and the tailgating parties were in full swing. We got to our seats later and watched the pre-race show with much emphasis on Will Farrell and Talladega Nights. He was the Grand Marshall and the film had just completed it's production that past week. The rain came and never left...a rainout. We did not know what to do because we had plane reservations back for the next morning and had not booked the extra night at our motel...on the drive back to the motel Patty got the airline on her cell and managed to get a flight out for Tuesday and our motel accommodated us nicely. That drive took another 4 hours.
On Monday the weather was beautiful and Patty got a sunburn from hell!! It was a great race but it took us 7, yes 7 hours to drive 45 minutes!!. Patty's patience in a car is not the best and her sunburn was killing her so it was 7 hours of agony. Her sacrifices, pain and patience are a true testament of the love she has for me. She is now a huge NASCAR fan and absolutely loves the sport despite what she endured.
I shared this story because I am a fortunate man to have a wife with such devotion.




It's been 2 weeks of chaos, controversy, penalties, suspensions, lying, cheating, acting {Mikey should get an Academy Award} and the ultimate pit road speeding ticket. What the hell was Dave Blaney thinking? It was hard to tell from the tele, but it appeared he did not even slow down when he was forced into pit road after Sorenson made contact with Edwards. Report has it that he had a flat tire ta-boot!! With the pedal to the metal he flew out of the pit road exit and slammed Kenny Schrader and others. After re-entering pit road NASCAR officials sent his dumb arse to the garage but credited him with a 34th place finish. Come on fellas!! He endangered lives and was just plain negligent. My vote would be a DNF and a points penalty. Yet another bad call on NASCAR's behalf. Toyo has a 3 strike rule... wonder if Blaney got a strike or two from that move. 

MIKEY, MIKEY, MIKEY! I'M AT A LOSS FOR WORDS ON THIS ONE. INDEFINITE SUSPENSIONS! $100,000.00 CREW CHIEF FINE AND POOR BUFFY GOT DOCKED 100 OWNER POINTS. THINGS ARE LOOKING PRETTY BLEAK IN THE MWR GARAGE. AND I REALLY ENJOY THOSE NAPA COMMERCIALS, BUT THOSE COULD BECOME A THING OF THE PAST. WOW! ONE WORD.