And we were set to leave. We just crossed our fingers that when we put the jacks up we did not sink.
We also had to plan our trip down the muddy road so we knew where the most solid ground was. Any slippage off the road and we were gonners.
The tunnel leaving the infield. This tunnel was not made for big rigs. So when we say it’s tight….we mean it’s tight! Tighter than the tightest toll booth we’ve been through.
But we made it through the tunnel without incident.
Our weekend of Nascar was over. It was interesting to say the least. Would we do it again? Certainly not without friends. But maybe not at all. I don’t think it was our cup of tea, shall we say? If the rain did not hold all the rowdy people at bay, and their were parties til 2am, I don’t think we would have enjoyed ourselves as much. We are convinced that the Nascar experience in the infield is nothing more than a way to get as drunk as possible and party all night long. It’s not like you are driving anywhere after all. It’s not our type of crowd.
But we did have fun. It was an experience we can check off the bucket list. We were way outside our bubble on this adventure and we came out the other end with some great stories.
That is what life is all about. Trying new things and gathering new stories to tell around the campfire next time you get together.