The sun has set, the engines are silent and all that is left is the purr of the generators in the camping lots, and oddly enough the haunting voice of Tammy Wynnette echoing among the RV's. A bit surreal, if you ask me. But soothing, in its own way.
We walked down to the track about 8pm, a mere 3 1/2 hours after the checkers dropped and...
The Sprint display was already loaded into its four haulers, the SPEED stage haulers were idling with lights on and...I admit to being impressed. We walked up to the track and admired the piles of trash already neatly bagged up at the bottom of the stands. It seems that those of us enjoying a late supper and chatting idly while the rest of the world rushes off to its own destinations are perhaps taking the lazy departure a bit too far.
This is the other end of the arc. First there was last Sunday, with a few SCCA cars whizzing around the road course and but a few early RV's setting up in the lots. A sprinkling arrived Thursday with FanFest and the arrival of the racing haulers. A determined downpour of people started Friday night, culminating in the final furious storm that is Race Day in Sprint Cup world. You can even call the race itself the eye of the storm, as just about everybody stills to watch the cars go in circles.
But there is always the backside of the storm...when everybody runs for their cars and home. We just take shelter and listen to whatever our neighbors are playing...at the moment some mexican guitar solo...it's intriguing.
Tomorrow morning, we'll take the last of the weather with us...more wailing mexican music...
Well, until we make it back to civilization, enjoy your week. May it be not quite as overwhelming as a trip to the track :)
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