September 7, 2006 - Where the hell have I been????
WOW! I am the slackest of the slack!!
Not only have I been remiss in my entries, but I have also neglected to pay any attention to the news over the
past 2 weeks. I'm firing me if it happens again.
The MotoGP party resumes in the morrow... finally!!! I will be departing for South Carolina early in the morning
to attend my own race this weekend with the Vette, but I will be
settled in my hotel room in plenty of time to fire up the laptop and catch something.... I hope.
I won't be able to post results or commentary until I return home from SC as the laptop is not equipped with the
required software. If I get truly ambitious, I might load it on there and surprise you all with a remote update.
I'm a giver.
In other news, I am extremely excited, and honored to announce the arrival of Savana Paige Wesch. The little nugget
of scrumptiousness was born into this world by way of Spaz's wife, Heather on Monday, September 4th at 4:55 PM.
Welcome to the family little Schmoo!!! We all know you are destined to be an adrenaline junky just like the rest
of us :) Do they make helmets that small?
There was a small amount of chaos this evening during the Moose's loading session. It was pouring rain (what???? In the jungle???? How preposterous!!) so we were rushing.... not
cool Edna, not cool. I hopped in the van and backed up to the trailer where my father (a.k.a The Mudge) was waiting
to secure it. We then jockeyed the van up to the bay door of W.A.R.P. Speed headquarters where the Moose was waiting patiently.
I jumped in and fired her up and started up the ramps... which were wet... the slats of wood, that we use for leverage
to keep the car from bottoming out on the trailer, proceeded to shoot out from under the car at approximately mach
3. I pressed on. The Mudge was standing on the tongue of the trailer, expertly directing me. Remember a few lines
back where I mentioned he was waiting to secure the trailer to the van??? He never did. He dropped it onto the ball
and waved me forward. Needless to say, when the Moose hit the back of the trailer, the front of the trailer, including
Pops, went north. Not only did it go up, but it also continued the forward motion and hit the back of the van,
leaving a nice large crease, comfortably nestled in an even larger dent. The Mudge was thankfully unhurt... in
fact, he never lost his balance and rode the whole thing out standing on the tongue of the trailer. Who knew the
old man was still so spry? On every other occassion, Dad has straddled the tongue of the trailer and directed from
the ground. For whatever reason, tonight he climbed up on it.... and it's a damn good thing he did!! He would have
been competing in the ladies' class with me this weekend... and/or seeking a proctologist :)
That's all the news I have at the moment. It's time for a beer or four, and then off to slip into my coma....
Until next time......
Rubb'er Down :)
Kristen