Going to the pits was not at all like I expected. For some reason I thought we’d be walking around garages, get to see drivers crews, have tons to see … but basically we just walked around the track and saw where all the drivers pits were. Some of the cars were already on the track in their pit. There were just a couple of crew guys hanging out taking pics with people. The whole thing didn’t take anymore than a half hour to get through. I wondered what the hell my sister found to do last year at New Hampshire all freaking day?!
So like I said there were only two crew guys hanging out at pits to chat with fans, and I took pics of both. The guy at Greg Biffle’s pit was actually from Grand Manan, NB. So him and Bob had a great say and suddenly everyone was a little bit more of a Greg Biffle fan.
The thumbs down gesture is not just to torment my sister, Sherry (which I’m sure it will!), but also John. He’s a HUGE Jeff Gordon fan with a big 24 shrine set up in his living room back in Georgia. In fact, I’ve got a 24 chair in my yard here that belongs to John (and trust me, he’s the only one round these parts who will sit in it, lol!)
Yes, my smile is just a little bit too forced … and yes, I think I had to pee really bad.
After the pits we went to some more vendor trailers and Bob bought some t-shirts for his son-in-laws, then we found our way back to the truck. John was quite tipsy when we got back. We had had drinks in the Green Zone but you couldn’t take any alcohol into the pits, so while John had been drinking the whole time, we’d slackened off a bit. It turned out he had a little adventure of his own while we were gone, helping some lady with two small kids find her car in the massive parking lot. She wanted to leave, but there was no way out of there until after the race, no leaving early. Luckily she had a DVD player and a bunch of cartoons to keep her kids occupied.
We packed two soft coolers with beer and joined the throng of people heading into the track to find their seats.
(…to be continued…)