I think I have stumbled on to a twice a year ritual for me.. I love the fact this event is so low key and doesn't result in a stress meltdown just to get in and set up. My dad, my buddy Jason, and I piled in my Magnum wagon on Saturday morning around 2 A.M. My plan was to leave early enough to be there when the gates opened. I had a plan to get my usual spectator spot right on the starting line. We had the car loaded with EZ up's, chairs, food, and liquid refreshment. I was also hoping, by getting there early, I could pull the car up close to our camp to unload. The thought of carting all this crap around the race track was not appealing to me. As it turned out, my spot was waiting for me and there was also parking right next to it. This time, I took alternate transportation in the form of my stretched Dynocruiser, to cut down on my walking. Heaven forbid, I actually had to walk anywhere...
Here is a little of what was there to see...
