Well... I drove sixteen hours and got to the beautiful Knoxville 1/2 mile track 20 minutes before practice started. I somehow got talked into entering the pro twins class and somehow qualified via the last available position. When I pulled off the track I saw the FTWCO van and knew the remainder of the evening would be checkers or wreckers. I forgot to bring water to the track but luckily I had some local IPA brew and despite not eating hardly all day and having one helluva mean head cold, I had the flattrack race of my short slideways career and battled out a 10th and made my first money racing ovals. Super stoked.
Getting to finally meet the FTW crew was gruesomely awesome! I After the race I followed the fellas to the near by Kung Fu Tap and Taco. Van-brigade. Many shots of different booze, Tacos, barf, party into the the hours of a 24 hour day for me. Pics on the Church blog are proof. I camped in the parking lot for the next two days, Watched my first GNC and cheered on fellow FTW racers Colin Hickman and the king John at a local hairscramble held on a beautiful but dusty track.
Needles to say I did not get over my head cold and opted to ditch out on driving all the way to Spingfield. With many new friends and a wad of cash for selling my lil Champion tracker I decided to drive home. I did not make it 40 miles before I had to pull over and get some bloody fucking sleep!
Thanks to all that , helped, encureged, fed, and boozed me along the trip!