Did I tell this story in the worst thing you ever did thread? I cant remember and I am too lazy to go find out. So I'll tell it again.
My very last race that I went to was 2 years ago in Daytona. It was a very typical tailgate. The same 10 guys that have been going for 20 years. We bring 2 Honda quiet generators with all the goodies. The margarita machine and portable AC are my favorites, besides the Green Egg. You'd be shocked at what a woman would do to sit in front on an AC for 5 minutes and drink an icee margarita. Dont get me wrong... the women are generally disgusting, but that kinda makes it fun. Anyway... it starts raining around 6 pm. No worries for us, because we always set up a huge carport size tent. The race is delayed until 11. Again, we come prepared, so we are set. But it just wouldnt stop raining. At 11 pm, they postpone the race until 9 AM. Well, we are so set up and it is so late... the decision is made to stay right there and tailgate through the night. At 1am, the ****ing security guard comes up and says we cant stay there overnight. We are parked AT the track. We had to clear out, which puts a real damper on the mood. There are obviously no hotel rooms vacant in a 45 minute radius. So I saw screw it, I want to stumble back home to shower and take a couple of hour nap and head back in the morning. My friends, knowing damn well that I wouldnt come back... refuse to let me leave. I was really getting pissed. One friend told me to relax, this will be fun because it is such a bad decision. So we set up in a new spot over by Target. At 2am, some of the guys start falling asleep. One guy went to sleep on the pavement. One guy went to sleep curled up on one of the typical folding chairs. It's like a homeless camp. My best friend and I decide to walk to the track. To our amazement... it was open. We walked right in and walked around the entire track. For some stupid reason, I had a sharpie in my pocket and we signed the wall right at the finish line. We make our way back to our cars around 4:30 and try to catch some sleep. I slept in the car with the AC running. Now we are in uncharted territory, because we are out of supplies. Luckily, our basic needs are met in Target. The race starts at 9 or 10, whatever. And it starts raining again at 11. I'm done and convince a few others to leave as well. As we get back into the car to drive back... we all have the worst BO I've ever smelled coupled with the fact that we were sweating beer. Luckily it was a rental, because there is no way that smell was coming out of that car. We get cleaned up at the closest house. One guy walks out of the showering and asked if I knew how to remove a tick. Stunningly, he had a tick on his balls.
Yep. That was my last race.
