At first, everything looked like it was going to fall into place perfectly. I rang Danni up on the cell on the way down to tell her we had run into traffic and would be a little late. After checking in and getting our credentials, stopping for a quick beer and a hot dog, taking a moment or two to take some photos of all the goings on as we passed by, and taking a few minutes to visit with some folks we bumped into, I headed straight to the driver's motorhome parking area to look her up, but when I got there she was gone. What the heck is that all about?
|Just because I stopped to spend a little time with some real nice people we met on the way in, and I was two hours late, she gets her dander in an uproar. WTF? Wimmen! Go figure.|
|I tried to reason with her but she would have none of it. She wouldn't even look at me. ...Bitch! Oh well, I guess I'll just have to settle for fun with the good 'ole boys.|
|The inspection is really exacting. They completely surround the car with these templates and then run a shim between the body and the template to assure exact tolerance.|
|Meanwhile, the fans are whooping it up in the tri-oval where there was lots of entertainment.|
|Fans sitting at the start-finish line enjoying a concert by Sheryl Crow. It was a good show and I sat my tired old butt down and enjoyed the music myself. This shot gives you a good idea of the degree of track banking. And this is the "low" banking.|