Topless Bars, Delayed Gratification, and Are My Eyebrows Still There???

November 12-15 2009
I know, I know, you’re thinking “What the heck kind of blog is this turning into??? Topless bars? What gratification??? And missing body parts??? WTH???”

LOL The title is very self-explanatory, and will, as with my past blogs, become very clear as you read along.

Nannette and I put our heads together when she recently showed back up on the Left coast, where I have been residing for the past few years, and we agreed that as NASCAR fans, we just HAD to get to one more race weekend this season…my last one had been Infineon in June…for Cup that is…Gateway is it’s own entity, a weekend of fun with friends, and the Truck race at Iowa Speedway with my boyfriend in September…well, sorry to the Truck fans, but that just didn’t count...if I don’t see Carl Edwards or Mark Martin with my own eyes in a race weekend, then it’s not a real race weekend for me; it’s just a race. But after the number of races I had attended in previous years, this year was a bit of a drought for me, as I wrestled with the reality that going to races is costly.

Nan’s last race weekend had been Phoenix in the spring, so she was even more in withdrawal than I was.

As luck would have it, we compared schedules, and we both had the Phoenix race weekend in November off!!

Added bonus, one of those flight coupons I received for giving up my seat on the plane when returning from Phoenix last spring made my flight basically free, so things were falling into place.

Include an evening spent cruising the ‘net that took us from $129/night for the hotel alone to a deal through Cheaptickets.com (yup, a shout out to them, they’ve got some GREAT deals!!) for less than that for both a rental car and a hotel, albeit a 1 star hotel. Whatever, as long as it’s clean, and has a horizontal space for me to sleep on, I’m happy…that’s all I need for a race weekend.

Sadly, the first hint we had that just perhaps this hotel MIGHT be slightly less comfortable than we would like would be the Topless bar right next door, complete with neon outlines of the female form and martini glasses…shades of Las Vegas!! Add in the industrial yard across the street, and we pretty much decided we weren’t leaving the hotel room after dark!! LOL

Checking in, we lugged our (o-kay, fatter than necessary…neither of us are really light packers!!) luggage up to the second floor room we were assigned (no elevator in this one-star establishment, of course.). Opening the door to our room, we were hit with a wave of Pine Sol scent. That actually was reassuring…not much can survive a good dousing of Pine Sol, I have found.

And the dead roach in the corner seemed to support this…I wonder if it suffocated on the fumes. Considering a roach could probably survive a nuclear holocaust, I doubt it, but I like to think that’s what happened.

Whatever, there were no signs of any other bugs, so we shuddered, and moved on….

Only to have the bathroom door’s door knob fall off when touched…..

And the toilet required the handle be held down the entire time to flush whatever is in it…

The final straw was when I looked up and saw that, despite what looked like a spotless bathtub and shower (not a spot of mold or mildew or other to be seen…thanks PineSol!!) there was no shower head. Just the pipe protruding from the wall, headless.

Sorry, 3 strikes…I made a quick call to the office and requested another room, listing everything that was wrong EXCEPT the dead roach. (THAT I hoped they’d see that themselves!)

Downstairs we went, in our PJs, because after working all night and not sleeping much before hopping on our flight Thursday afternoon, we were beat, and had immediately jumped into our comfy clothes upon entering the room….so PJ-clad, we lugged the luggage into another Pine Sol scented, but dead-roach-free, functioning-door-knob, toilet-and-shower-head-in-place-room…oh the shower head sprayed all over the place, but 90% of the water hit the person in the shower, so we were happy.

After a feed of pizza, we were out before our heads even hit our pillows, dead asleep, and awakened refreshed and ready to go…at 5 am the next morning. I’m blaming it on jet lag. Yeah, that 1 hour time difference between Arizona and California since we fell back totally messed up my sleeping….yeah, that’s what happened. LOL

Whatever, we had more than 8 hours of sleep under our belts, so after a leisurely catching up on world events (once I realized the reason my laptop wouldn’t connect to the wireless internet wasn’t because the hotel misrepresented that amenity in their advertisement, but that I had not yet turned on my laptop’s wireless switch) and showering off the travel detritus, we changed into our pit-lane ready attire, we headed out, arriving at the track by 9am…..

Now Phoenix International Raceway, as I have said before, has the best deal for pit passes of almost any NASCAR track I’ve been to…$50 for all 3 days on pit lane (in addition to the cost of race tickets, but with $7 ones for Friday, the Truck race day, and $15 ones for Saturday, Nationwide race day, from what I’ve heard from fans attending races at other tracks, they’re in the forefront of tracks cutting ticket prices to fill seats, and other tracks need to pay attention!!), and they let you stay down there during practice and qualifying, seeing all sorts of drivers and crew chiefs and owners and other NASCAR personalities (and even non-Nascar ones….Rumor has it Arsineo Hall was there!! I don’t know, I never saw him, but the rumor was in the wind….) so we looked forward to a day full of sightings and sun and fun on pit lane, and we weren’t disappointed.

Numerous Carl Edwards, Clint Bowyer and Jack Roush sightings were had between the Nationwide and Cup garages as those drivers went back and forth (Kyle Busch, aka “the Shrub”, seemed to find ANOTHER way between the 2 garages, because we never once saw him.)…Paige reported that she saw Bob Osborne later in the day, and even got proof that he’s got teeth…yes, Bob smiled!!


Down towards turn one, where the Cup cars come off the track and pull back into the garage, there’s a spot behind pit lane where intrepid fans who aren’t scared that the cars will spin out and hit them as they come around the corner off pit lane to go into the garage that is an awesome vantage point to stand and snap pics of the cars. You SO know I was there! LOL


Add to that excitement, the trucks were lining up in that area to go through inspection for the truck race later that day, their teams pushing them, unpowered, around the corner from where they’d been working on them on pit lane, in the pit stalls, and turning them to go through inspection. So busy. It was GREAT!!!

I wondered, if a team member accidentally runs a NASCAR official over with his unpowered truck, how bad is that for his/her NASCAR career?? LOL Because they came darned close a couple of times, the official directing them skittering out of the way at the last second when they went too far. LOL

Anyone who has watched NASCAR racing long enough has noticed at times, either while under power or turned off, there are flames licking out of the exhaust pipes of these vehicles. A newbie might go “OMG, it’s on fire!! Tell someone!! Get an extinguisher!! It’s going to blow up!!” because that’s what flames anywhere near a car on a TV show or movie cause, right? BOOM!!

Well, those who have been around a while have heard the explanation for those flames…that sometimes excess fuel runs down into the exhaust pipes, where it just burns off, causing those flames, and they usually just go out on their own.

As one Truck team positioned their truck to the left of me to go through that truck inspection line, I lifted my camera again to snap a photo of the car coming around the corner to the right….got the pic, and as I was lowering my hands to scan pit lane for another car leaving the track and heading our way, suddenly, as the car went by about 10-15 feet away from me….

Well, the best way to describe it is, have you ever run the gas a little too long on your gas BBQ with the top down, before opening it and lighting it? Remember that fireball that cost many people their eyebrows and bangs over the years before they learned not to do that???

Yup. Big fireball as the car went by and the driver hit the gas to enter the garage, obviously having some overflow in the exhaust pipe…. It was toasty warm for a fraction of a second!!

The truck team to the left, waiting in line, witnessed this, as well as the other fans hanging out to my left looked at me, and when they saw, after a shocked moment, that I was o-kay, they gave me a thumbs up and looks like “You o-kay??” to which I responded by running my fingers over my brows, checking, then returning their grins and thumbs up…..my only regret was that I didn’t have video going at that very moment…that was AWESOME!!! (Since I still have my chemically enhanced blonde mane…although I wouldn’t want to experience it again) LOL

One of the most commonly asked questions of drivers that I have heard is what do they do during a race if they have to, errr, relieve themselves. Well, I discovered from one of the vantage points over the Cup garage, just exactly what they have to do if they have to do so while in the garage: Stand in line!!











Yup, that would be Matt Kenseth, standing in line with everyone else, to use the facilities, AND Marcos Ambrose holding the door for Kurt Busch as they emerge...this restroom became especially busy just before Cup practice started. I often wondered if any of them just popped into the women's restroom beside it, because due to the lesser number of women in the garage, that was lineless...but none did, while I was watching. Hey, it's one of the spots at PIR that you can be assured that many many drivers and other team members will be seen, sooner or later, during a long day of practices. LOL

Around 3 or 4 pm, Nannette and I both realized our day of little sleep the day before had caught up to us, despite a good night’s sleep the night before, so we headed back to the hotel and just vegged out. After a good feed at Johnson’s Big Apple, good down-home cooking, we were once again out like a light before ConAir was finished.

Saturday once again promised to be perfect race-going weather…..Sunny, 70s….oh, sure, there was the chance of showers early on, but that would clear up.

After a little shopping on souvenir row, we headed down to pit lane. This is the day that is the most fun to be down there…the prime spot by the exit from the Cup garage to pit lane? Fans line up on one side, and as the NW cars qualify and are impounded on the OTHER side of that entrance, and the drivers will often walk over and sign autographs on their way back to the garage. Carl especially is very good at doing this, stopping not only at the barriers, but along the fence into the garage to sign anything he can. Often with his PR rep, Randy, trailing behind, frequently checking his watch. LOL

Later, while having lunch, we spotted Brendan Gaughan getting cash out of the ATM behind pit lane at the concession stand, and my first thought was “What, Brendan, they don’t feed you on that team, you have to buy your own lunch??” LOL My second thought was “He’s in his driver’s suit…where’s he putting the cash???” LMAO

He obviously had time to burn before the next Nationwide practice, so he stood around and signed autographs and posed for pictures….but he was the least of our sightings that day.

We chatted with the military pilot who would be piloting one of the helicopters in the flyover later for the race, flying by at 1000 feet altitude….considering the stands must go up 500 feet, they come pretty close to the top of the stands.

We also spent a little time in the ladies room, the only covered building open to the public, as it rained in the desert!! Enough to cancel one Cup practice, and probably because, for the first time in years, I forgot to bring my rain poncho….heck, I didn’t even have a hat!!! I’m a superstitious type….every race I have carried that rain poncho to, just in case, in the last 2-3 years, it has NOT rained. This was my first time caught in the rain since getting doused in Dover after the Cup race a few years back!!

Of course, it wasn’t a “gully washer” or anything like that….just enough to dampen the dust (and the hair)….so before long, we were back out, enjoying the sunshine again.

There are so many great angles to see things that we just wandered around, snapping photos, until it was time to head up into the stands to watch the Nationwide race.

I was ecstatic to find that our seats were directly across from the 60 pit stall (Lucky #13) on pit lane…however, the positioning of some cables made the view frustrating…so I moved down a ways later for a more unobstructed view of a pit stop. Otherwise these were great seats, for $15. PIR rocks when it comes to deals on tickets.

The cherry on top of the day was watching Carl win…It’s been so long since I saw Carl win a race, live, the last being the previous year, that it was just a relief. I know he’s still capable of winning, despite the critics and fans that seem to think that his current Cup slump means he’s all washed up.

Unfortunately, that slump continued on Sunday, but we had fun anyway, scoring a garage tour where we were able to chat up Randy, Carl’s PR rep, and wish Carl a good race in person, and after the initial disappointment when his race ended up NOT being that good (like the majority of the 2009 season) we still had lots of fun.

All in all, a great weekend in the desert, watching and hoping, and visiting good friends…even though we missed a couple of them this visit around.

And in regards to the season Carl and the 99 team had, I look at it this way…the LAST time Carl had a spectacular Cup season with multiple wins and was battling for a championship (2005), ultimately tying his teammate Greg Biffle for second place (the stats say 3rd place, because Greg won more races, but in points it was a tie), the next year he went winless and missed the Chase….then he rebounded with another multiple-win season, followed by 2008’s spectacular season. The same thing occurred in 2009. 2008, 9 wins, contender for the championship, bridesmaid again. I can handle an off-season where he still makes the Chase, as long as he and his team continue to rebound that way.

On to 2010, which will bring new adventures and challenges for Carl Edwards (including the BIG adventure with his wife Kate…parenthood, to commence sometime around Speedweeks!) that I’m sure he will excel at, and for myself. We’ll just have to see, but that parenthood thing?? Nope…I’ll stick to Aunthood…..works for me!!

And as my personal "I Survived the Big 4-0...Is That All You've Got??" tour comes to an end in less than a week, I'm going to make a birthday wish.

That all my friends and fellow Nascar fans have a wonderful New Year in 2010, and that Carl and Kate have a blessed and uneventful delivery of their baby Girl, BEFORE Speedweeks (as I am pretty sure will be scheduled....)....maybe on Feb. 9?? (Yup, that's the day I picked in the Edhead's fun little guessing game on the Roush boards.) Oh, and that I get to attend some more races this season.

Have a Happy New Year!!

Edheads, High Hopes, and Weed B Gon

Gateway International Raceway, July 2009

After a quick trip down I-680 through Dublin and Alamo (not “THE” Alamo, just Alamo!! LOL) to the airport in the wee hours of the morning Thursday, just prior to the Gateway weekend, I was happy to have an uneventful flight to St. Louis for this gathering of friends supporting Carl Edwards…Diehard Edheads. The majority gathering were of the most supportive kind of Edhead…from his home town and surrounding area, there to cheer on their hometown boy.

During my flight, the unimaginable happened -- I got off my plane in Denver with less than an hour to find the next gate and get on the plane for the second leg of my flight, only to find that Denver airport actually does what no other airport I’ve been in does (Are you LISTENING, Phoenix….Atlanta….?????)….you actually get off at a gate in one terminal, then just walk a short distance to the next gate IN THE SAME TERMINAL, instead of having traverse the entire length of the airport to get to your connecting gate!! Someone send a memo to these other airports.

Friday was bright and sunny, and the weather forecast for the race weekend actually appeared very promising, starting with this day…it was a very pleasant mid-seventies with a breeze. The Edheads met up, as is tradition, at IB Nuts and Racing in Columbia, to peruse the Carl Edwards merchandise (and some yummy snacks…got me some Mo Munch that my coworkers and I really enjoyed at work the next week!) and support Carl’s home-town economy….then headed off to Billiards on Broadway for lunch.

After a fun lunch with the traditional drawing for original CCN merchandise (Thanks so much for that Commodore!) and a surprise visit by Carl Edwards Sr (AKA Mike), we dispersed, some to head to the track for practice, others for other fun things…Jeff and I dropped in to visit MK, Commodore’s wife, as I had not seen her since last year….Gene and MK were nice enough to put up and feed Jeff while he was down earlier in the week for the Bike Ride with Carl for Sam, and I think they deserve the Hosts with the Mostest Award, because they cannot be beaten in that department!! Right Jean Marie, Jen and Logan??

After dragging ourselves away from their place (and yummy food that we didn’t need so close to lunch, but you can’t beat MK’s home cooking!!) Jeff and I made the 2 hour trek back to Gateway International Raceway to meet up with Amie, Jean Marie, Jan, Chrissi, Jamie Jo, Lisa (yes, Jeff was remarkably outnumbered!), Michelle, Tony, LeeAnne and her son to watch practice.

En route back to St. Louis from Columbia, we had our own little Nascar race on I-70 that ALMOST resulted in a Kyle Busch-type incident…someone getting wrecked. This guy in a Ford Sable was driving along in front of us in the fast lane, but obviously did not have cruise control, OR a stable gas pedal foot. He would speed up, and Jeff would no sooner get the cruise control set, content to draft along behind him, than he would slow down, resulting in Jeff having to slow down, turning off the cruise control. After several miles of this, the road widened another lane, and there was room for someone to move over, so when this guy didn’t move over to let us pass, Jeff went over a lane and passed him.

Apparently he didn’t LIKE being passed, because he proceeded to tailgate us so bad that Jeff pulled over again to let him pass, and we ended up coming up on a Chevy truck (go figure!) and had to slow down. But instead of continuing the pass and driving on, this guy slowed down right beside us, effectively boxing us in….

So Jeff slowed down more, and got back in behind him, a tad frustrated now, and showed it by tailgating this guy back. Only to get brake-checked by him!!

As you can imagine, by this time “You’re # One” hand signals were flying, then Jeff saw a break in the traffic, pulled back over behind the Chevy (who had pulled ahead, thanks to this guys crazy antics) then pulled over another lane right, gunned it, and flat outran this guy in the Ford, who got trapped behind ANOTHER slow mover in the fast lane.

WHEW!! Close call…I was glad Jeff wasn’t carrying. But we saw no more of the guy in the Ford.

Arriving at the track, we headed in, and Jeff peeled off on Frontstretch.com business, so we gals (and few guys) congregated in the stands. Of course, I had to stop and give Cowboy a hug hello, and see how he was doing. Our favorite security guard and fellow Edhead was glad to see us.

We enjoyed practice, but this would be the first hint that the weekend was going to be cooler than I am traditionally used to (I’ve almost melted both weekends I was there previously!)…the breeze was definitely cool, and poor Amie in her skirt, sandals and t-shirt had not brought a sweater. Her toes were blue!!!! (well, actually, at first it was just her blue nail polish, but as practice ran on and the cool breeze continued, she realized they REALLY WERE getting blue!! LOL)

After practice wrapped up, a few of us headed back to Ruby Tuesday’s, then to a bar that had been recommended to us as a “happening place”…and boy was it. After being patted down for weapons (YIKES!!) and paying a $7 cover, our spirits were raised to enter a large space where people were line-dancing (fun people-watching!) and $1 longnecks (after 2 beers, we’d made our cover back!) were available. We enjoyed the dancing (a few even joined in, but I have 2 left feet, and don’t get line-dancing) and the band was good, so it was fun. Around 12:30 a few of us left a group there and headed back to our respective hotels, because even though it was not going to be an early morning the next day (Gateway’s parking doesn’t open until around noon, or whenever the cars start backing up onto the road), it was going to be a long day.

By leaving so “early”, we apparently missed an event that, according to the remainder of the group, bordered on pornographic…a thong contest. And NOT the footwear. SOOO sad I missed that. (Sarcasm, folks!!)

The next morning, we rendezvoused in the line-up for parking in Orange West…Commodore and crew and Michelle and crew had inside and outside pole positions, so things looked good for the group getting a decent tailgating spot, and sure enough, after passing some time snapping pics of the abundant number of dragonflies at the side of the road, they opened the gates early (the cars were backed up onto the road, which HAS to violate some kind of law!) so we moved like cattle into the corral to grab what real estate we could. Other than a few strays that had to park up a bit from the main group, we got a great spot with room for tailgating right by the main gate into the track, so we scored again.

Get a bunch of Edheads together and not only have you got your tailgating site set up quickly, but you also end up with WAY more food than the group can eat, and GOOD food at that!! We even shared the burgers later with a group that came in by limo Hummer. Their monstrosity of a vehicle was just travelling through the lot, trading cold beers for food, and they had to make the sharp turn at our gate onto the parking inside the gate….THAT was a tricky maneuver!!

High points of tailgating:

Getting called “EGGheads” by an inebriated Harvick fan across from us. (She was harmless, just having fun!)

Converting a young Kyle Busch fan:























Making our “Ortho Weed B Gon” sign (Exellent Shrub control!!), to see if waving it around at a race worked as good as posting it in a chat room:


















Just hanging out with a bunch of really great people. A core group have attended races at Gateway for years, and every year new Edheads join the group, so aside from seeing old friends, we got to meet new friends, too.














When the gates finally opened, we rushed through with 2 goals:

Attempt to get one of the prized tickets to get things signed by Carl later in the afternoon at a Q&A/Signing at his souvenir hauler. Last year, only those who went through early because they bought the Track pack had gotten them in time (they traditionally only pass out 100), and Friday I had stopped by the souvenir hauler to enquire about getting one for the 7 year old (Logan, Jen’s nephew) in our group. He declined to give me one (which is his right), so I explained that last year when they handed out the tickets AT 2pm, like the plan was this year, those of us at the gate into the track waiting for it to be opened and let us through, at 2pm, had not gotten through in time to get tickets…they were gone by the time we cleared security and got to the trailer.

Get down to Turn 4 to enter the track for the track walk. We knew Carl wasn’t advertised to join this year, but doing a track walk is always fun, and the money is always for a good cause, so I try to do it every year, at any track I’m at where one is available. Besides, Kenny Wallace was scheduled to do it, so that would be neat.

I don’t know if the souvenir hauler driver paid attention to what I said and delayed a few minutes in starting to give out the tickets for Carl's signing, or the people at the gate decided to let us through a few minutes earlier, but those of us inside early AND those who went through right at 2pm and went to get in line all got tickets for the signing!! YAY!!

This was especially cool for those of us there who had been there last year. Tony had taken it upon himself to have 8x10 pics of the Edheads in Victory Lane in 2008 blown up for each of us. That was really AWESOME of him, especially since I had printed out a copy of mine in case I got a chance to get it signed, but had forgotten it at home. NOW I had something to get signed!!

Also, Tony had blown it up to a larger size, and those of us there from last year signed OUR autographs above it. This would be presented to Carl at the signing.

Heading on down towards turn 4, I tried to slow my rather long legs to match Michele’s rather short ones, and along with Jen and Logan headed the rest of the way to the tunnel to join the others on the track walk.

As I predicted, the track walk was fun, however, Kenny Wallace had a signing outside the track as soon as he was done, so he didn’t even wait for all the walkers to get through the gate before he started the walk…by the time we got through and onto pit lane to head into turn 4 (the walk at Gateway goes clockwise, backwards to how the cars actually drive it), he and the main group were already in turn 4.

We never did catch up to the main pack, but those who got through and managed to stay with the main group got a special treat…Carl joined in! He told the group they had been out for a drive, and came back and he saw the group on the track, so he thought he’d join in.

We back markers got a great view of the track and the fun of each others company, but that’s it. Poor Michele really wanted Kenny’s autograph. And it WOULD have been nice to walk with Carl again. Fortunately Michele lucked out and got Kenny’s autograph afterwards at his signing outside the track.

After some more tailgating, we headed back in to be ready for Carl’s signing. He was qualifying 7th, and was scheduled to come to the hauler after he’d finished his run. We were told that if he won the pole, he MIGHT have to cut out early to do the media stuff involved with winning the pole, but he had said he would come back as soon as he was done. What a guy.

As Tony planned to give Carl the picture from last year, we joined the end of the line, staying out front for a short bit first to let the rest go through the line up, and enjoy some of Carl’s Q&A. When Carl arrived, he did a group thing with some kids from the Dream Factory behind the hauler first, and then came in to hang with us regular fans.

It’s amazing how quickly Carl can sign 200 items (2 each for 100 tickets…although I know for a fact a few in line didn’t have tickets. LOL) and THEN, because he had time, he stuck around afterwards to sign for others. I was glad to see him continue this practice, as he had done in Phoenix, because a gentleman and his deaf son had tried to join the line, but were told they needed tickets, which they did not know. The man had a photo of Carl with his deaf son that he wanted to get signed…I told him to hang around out front, that Carl always signs for more than those who have tickets if he has time.

The laugh of the signing was Carl showing the photo Amie had brought to be signed…the one of him and Amie on the bike ride, showing him pointing at her t-shirt, towards her chest, because she dared to wear a Kansas City Jay Hawks shirt. How dare she? LOL Anyway, Amie had decided that that particular moment in history needed an autograph…and Carl had to hold the picture up for the crowd and explain it to them, and emphasize he was NOT pointing at her “anatomy”, which she had been teasing him about. Too fun.

Carl seemed really appreciative of the photo of us from last year in Victory Lane, and I suspect it will find a home somewhere where he’ll look at it from time to time, but there was more. After we were all done, we congregated behind the hauler, and Randy agreed to allow Chrissi give Carl his other gift when he came out. You see, a few of us had invested in “Edhead pit shirts” earlier in the season…very expensive shirts designed like a pit crew shirt, by a company that does pit crew shirts, with the design silk-screened right in. VERY limited edition, because of how much they cost, and as it was a company that did team shirts, it kind of got delayed while they worked on other products, but we finally had them, just in time for Gateway….and Carl was getting one, too:

We knew Carl was hanging around out front to continue signing autographs; we had to wait patiently for a short while until he was done to do this.

Finally, he came out the back of the hauler, and Chrissi got a great hug from him for the shirt, after she explained all the logos (honoring lost Edheads)….I’m sure Chrissi won’t ever forget it.

Back at the campsite, the grill fired and we enjoyed a lavish spread before heading into the track for the race. Jeff was “working” for Frontstretch.com, and as such would be watching the race from inside the track, as he snapped photos mainly from Turn 2, so I hung with my buddy, Logan during the race.

He was my honorary sign bearer of the “Weed B Gon” sign I had drawn up during dinner, and was enthusiastic in his duties, taking them very seriously…so much so, we had to explain to him that he shouldn’t hold the sign up while the race was going on, so that people behind him could see the race. I didn’t see it in the telecast when I watched it back at home, but one far-flung Edhead told me on Facebook she had seen it during the race, and had gotten a chuckle out of it.

He nodded his understanding, but later, he asked me something during the race that I couldn’t hear, so I just nodded and smiled (dumb move with a 7-year old...he could be asking ANYTHING!!) and next thing I know, it was up and waving again. LOL

Apparently “Weed B Gon”, intended for Kyle Busch (aka “The Shrub”) was more powerful than we thought…because, although it missed the Shrub, Kevin Harvick, Carl’s OTHER main competition this night, ran out of gas shortly after this sign waving incident.

Of course, the first inkling I had that Carl would not win this race was that HARVICK had chosen HIS pit stall, right across from the start/finish line and with the opening to the garage behind it….the pit stall that Carl and crew had used the 2 times he had won there. Right in front of us. At least we got to witness first-hand Harvick and team's frustration in trying to get that car restarted.

Thankfully, Weed B Gon stopped his charge, even if it wasn’t intended for him…I firmly believe in the power of Weed B Gon…but it never slowed the Shrub down. Bad aim, I guess.

After the race, some braved the traffic while some hung out at the site, waiting for traffic to thin out, and checking out each others photos. A great way to pass the time, rather than sitting in traffic.

Aside from it being my first time at a Gateway race when Carl DIDN’T win (and Logan’s tears when he realized he wasn’t going to get to see Carl do a back flip had us all a bit choked up!), the people made all the difference. You can go to a race, or GO to a race, and with the Edheads, it’s always the latter, and always great fun, no matter the end result of the race.

Infineon: What Good is a sick NASCAR Nurse?

AKA How bad have YOU got it???

The week before the June 2009 Nascar Sprint Cup race at Infineon found me:

1. flying to the Midwest to visit my boyfriend and his family, then
2. moving closer geographically to Sears Point/Sonoma (No apologies: even though "Infineon" has become an interchangeable reference for me, it'll still always be Sears Point!!) than I lived before. AND further from the NorCal coast...therefore less chance of sliding off into the ocean in earthquake territory.

Of course, the second one meant that the minute my job details were finalized 2 weeks before moving, I was on the Infineon website, buying tickets for the Cup race...are you kidding? Road course racing may not be my FAVORITE type of racing, but a race is a race. I was gonna be there, by hook or by crook.

Friday, having been so industrious as to have moved, unpacked, HUNG PICTURES to make my new digs feel more like home, and even found the nearest Costco and Target to stock stuff up, I found that I really had nothing to do. Since my parking pass for Sunday's race had not reached me by snail mail prior to my moving, I headed up to the track to pick it up there...heck, why not, and catch a little practice and qualifying too.

Now this day, I had acknowledged that my flying in those closed air-circulating system flying cans called airplanes to and from Nebraska the previous weekend, then finishing packing up, moving, unpacking and all that had done a number on my immune system, and although I had taken echinacea all weekend while travelling, as is my usual practice to boost my immune system when flying, I had slacked off with the moving when I got back, and forgotten to continue it for a few days after returning. As a result, I had a scratchy throat, the beginning signal of an Upper Respiratory Infection (aka "Cold") for me. UGH.

Not letting it slow me down, I headed for the track, to the gate 9 "Will Call" trailer the track's website indicated was the one used for NASCAR weekends, only to be told there that I needed to drive all the way back around the track to customer service at Gate 1. The gate I had already driven by once to get to gate 9. Great.

Coming back around the track to gate 1, and having never been in that gate (despite 2 years previously attending races at this track) I spotted Customer Service, and pulled over to the left to search for a parking spot there....as I realized there were none there, and prepared to turn around to head back out to where I had seen a spot along the side of the entrance, a sherriff walked up to me and informed me that I was blocking the exit lanes...OOOPS!! Blonde moment!!! Hey, it was NOT well marked, there was actually no-one EXITING at that time, and the parking slots were angled in the direction of those ENTERING, not exiting...it was an honest mistake!! So a quick U-turn, and I occupied the spot I had seen up further, and got my parking pass with no more incidents.

Heading into the track this time was a new adventure for me...I had always parked in what we had nicknamed the "Back 40" of Infineon raceway, way up over the hill behind the track, one LOOOOOOOOONNNNNGGGGGG walk down, or a long wait for a shuttle ride down. After having walked it once, we generally waited for the shuttle. LOL

But going in Gate 1 on this friday, I was directed all the way around the track to lot 13, just off the far end of the track from the Start/finish line grandstand, somewhere new for me. Still hills to climb, just not as many, and not as big.

I enjoyed perusing the merchandise in the souvenir haulers and browsing the midway at my leisure, then watched practice and qualfying from varying angles around the track, (and saw the evidence of Infineon Raceway's green initiative, in the forms of the sheep/goat droppings left behind by the "lawn maintenance crew" I had witnessed on driving by the track back in March...good thing I grew up on the farm...baked sheep droppings on the baked lawn gave me no qualms when walking across. LOL). After a while, I left to head home after getting an idea during qualifying of where Carl (not good) and Mark (better) would be starting. I managed to avoid any traffic there might be after the later Camping World West race (I think that was the series running that night), while listening to the rest of qualifying on my Sirius radio. Gotta love Sirius...and Sunday would be more than enough time to experience race traffic, I knew from experience.

After a relaxing day Saturday, trying to head off the cold I knew was coming, I woke up Sunday....REALLY sick. I wasn't coughing that much, but my lungs...well, let's just say, I felt like a 3400 pound stock car was parked on my chest. But I would not be deterred. After a stop at McDonalds for breakfast, I headed back out to the track.

Now, for $20, I had what they called "Turn 9 Tailgater Parking", parking on the turn 9 side of the track, rather than the free parking up in the Back 40, and I would be VERY thankful for that this day. There's no way I would have been able to hike up the hill to the shuttle that takes you over the hill and down to the track in the condition I was in.

Heading in, at my pace because of that 34oo pound stock car I was hoisting around, I made my way to pit lane, where I would hang out, watching what action I could see in the garage and on pit lane. Really, pit lane is the best place to be on race day...not even seeing the crews at work and all that, but the crowds down there are just a fraction of those you have to deal with in the midway and souvenir areas on race day. And you can usually find a place to sit on an available piece of pit wall, if you need it.

Jeff Gordon did a Q&A in turn 10-11 (the hair pin turn) that could be heard via PA system around the track...what was most interesting to me was his comment to someone's question about retiring and just enjoying his life: "I wish!!"...very telling, IMO...now that he's a family man, I really don't think we'll see Jeff Gordon running full-time too many years longer...he's got more money than he'll ever spend (if he's smart), a gorgeous wife with a career of her own, and a beautiful daughter, and can safely retire and enjoy family life now. I really think the generation of drivers who will drive as long as they are competitive, as in Mark Martin, is almost gone, and this new generation won't run that long...they make more money, they don't HAVE to. At least, MOST of them won't. I wonder about Carl Edwards, though...the way he and a few others still race whatever they can get into, they MIGHT end up sticking around longer....but those like Jeff who JUST run the Cup series, and do it to win...I suspect those will be the ones who retire and move on to other things long before they are no longer competitive. Just my thoughts on the matter.

As the airshow went on overhead, I gave up on seeing the 99 car rolled out onto pit lane: the 99 guys were, as per usual, taking their time back in the garage and making sure everything on the car was exactly right, so they had still not gotten the car into inspection and onto pit lane when it was time for me to get in line to go down front for Driver Intros, part of the pit/track pass at Infineon, and something I still really enjoy doing. I think all tracks that sell pit passes should do the same thing, and make them track passes, too, allowing those who purchase them access to driver introductions during pre-race.

While waiting for pre-race festivities to wrap up, and driver intros to start, I wandered away from the stage to find a garbage can to put my now-empty water bottle into....I found one, between the track wall and the pit wall, there are 2 walls there, and they had set up a couple of garbage cans in between them, right across from the entrance from pit lane to the garage....and while disposing of my debris, I FINALLY saw the 99 car being pushed out onto pit lane!!! Wearing my "Smile Bob" t-shirt, I snapped a few pics...and saw PK looking at me....hey, those t-shirts are originals, there are only a few out there, and the crew has seen them before....so I waved at PK, and he went on about his business, helping the guys get the car positioned on pit lane.
I always enjoy fans' unique ways of showing the drivers they love/hate....the days of fans hanging Gumby are long gone, this weekend I saw several examples of fans who were showing their dislike of the Shrub (aka Kyle Busch):



















And one couple who so love Smoke, this year when they returned to the track, their paint jobs changed to reflect Tony's new sponsor colors:

2008:
2009:






















Driver intros were fun, as usual....to emphasize my theory that Jeff Gordon, the family man, won't be running Cup too much longer, the doting Daddy brought baby Ella down the stairs with him.....AWWW!! Some things ARE more important than racing, I guess.

By race time, hopped up on Robitussin, I TRIED to climb the 32 rows to my seat....but only made it about 19 rows (Someone move that danged car off my chest, please!!)....fortunately, in this recession, there were plenty of empty seats, so I just claimed that one, and proceeded to enjoy what I could see of the race.

My seat was in the section overlooking Victory Lane, so it was cool to see Kasey Kahne, and "The King" in Victory lane, from that vantage point....It's hard to believe it's been so many years since Richard Petty has been in Victory lane, as an owner or a driver. I watched for a while, to see if he'd remove his trademark cowboy hat to participate in the "hat dance" drivers and teams do after a victory, but while I was watching, he kept his hat firmly in place....I have a sneaking suspicion that perhaps the full, thick, curly head of hair of his youth is no longer there, but he us just vain enough (like Jack Roush, who often jokes about being embarrassed by what's under his hat!) to not want the public to see it.

Post race, there was a track walk that you could make a donation to Speedway Children's Charities for. I generally LOVE the track walks, and love the idea of this one being done after the race, so as to thin out the number of people trying to get out of the parking lots all at once...Anne and I did the full track walk 2 years ago when I first attended, and it was eye-opening to see just HOW really hilly that track is, while walking the same surface our heros had competed on just a short while before. I think more tracks need to institute this program....it raises money for worthy charities, and although some do it through the Nascar Foundation, those that I have been on at other tracks have always been pre-race....and sure, there would be impossibilities at some of the smaller tracks, where immediately after the race, haulers are pulling out across the track, and there aren't that many places for someone on foot to enter the track, how do you organize everyone amid all the fans leaving....at least at Infineon, the sheer size of the track allows for numerous entry points for fans for a track walk...but some of the bigger tracks why not say "O-kay fans, if you want to walk the race surface your heros just drove on, and avoid some of the post race traffic, for just a $5 donation you can...enter the track at such-and-such location"....I think it would be doable at a lot of tracks. But I digress, thinking out loud....

Anyway, I joined the other fans out searching for blue and gold lugnuts (these were scattered around the track, and you got a prize if you found one), scavenging lugnuts (which I gave to kids nearby) and meandering my way (by this time, anything faster than a meander made me huff and puff) around the flat hairpin turn to the turn 9 exit from the track (I knew I wasn't going to be able to make it up and down those hills with this cold, walking the entire track), then hitched a ride on a golf cart to the top of the one hill between myself and my parking spot (WORTH the money, that parking pass!!), arriving back to the truck just in time to sit in unmoving traffic for a half an hour.....but at least once it started moving, other than a bottle-neck where the traffic was merging onto I-80, it was smooth sailing all the way home....

Where I collapsed, sunburnt (SPF 70 my butt, for whatever reason the new bottle of sunscreen I bought did NOT work the way I am used to, and my nose was crispy!!), winded, but happy....it would take more than a little cold to make me give up a day at the track!!!

Riding in Style, Hanging on Pit Lane, and a Major Mistake…I’m sorry, Carl!!!

Thursday April 16 and Friday April 17: Practice, Qualifying and the Nationwide Race

My Tony Stewart-loving Edhead NASCAR fan friend Nan (How’s THAT for a description?? Hey, I could have tossed RN in there, too. LOL) and I arrived in Phoenix from our separate coasts around the same time on Thursday night. We both had had uneventful flights, although, wearing my Aflac jacket, I did hear two “Aflac!”s before I even got through security in San Francisco, and a flight attendant commented, after she saw the back of my jacket, on all the great commercials the duck is in…but she couldn’t name the human in the most recent commercials, though. LOL

Phoenix’s new Metro Light Rail System is a wonderful way to get from the airport to downtown and beyond. Only 3 months old, the cars are spic and span still, in comparison to all the other older subway/train systems I have ridden in my lifetime (Toronto, Boston, San Francisco), and very quiet, especially in comparison to San Francisco’s atrociously noisy train system. We’ll see how long it stays that clean…I may have to come back in the fall and check it out.

After the group of 20 or so school kids and their teachers/chaperones who also boarded with us at the airport got off at their hotel, we had room to move and really enjoyed it. It went right by our hotel, and between that and good friends in Phoenix, other than trying to get to the track in the morning Friday when said friends were silly enough to not have taken a day off work in honor of the race weekend, we were covered for rides, and the expense of a rental car wasn’t necessary. I really hope they extend that Light Rail to get to more areas, like I have heard they plan to. But I highly recommend the system as a very efficient way to get into the downtown area and a little further north (Camelback road) if you are ever flying in there.

As there is no mass transit available from the city to the track out in Avondale, and the park and ride ran only on the Cup race day on Saturday, getting to the track Friday morning so we could enjoy the day there while our friend was stuck working was an issue. I had shopped around, through cab companies and car services and shuttle services (most of the last would have required we take the light rail back down to the airport Friday morning to get a ride to the track, and STILL would have cost the same as we finally ended up paying), and even investigated for good deals on rental cars, but we ended up booking a cab from a company that offered us a flat rate of $50 to get to the track (almost 25 miles from our hotel) Friday morning.

Imagine our surprise when, not only were they willing to come pick us up about 45 minutes earlier than planned (jet lag/unfamiliar bed discomfort had us up at the crack of dawn that morning, and even after walking down the street for breakfast at the Eggery, we were still plenty early), but they sent a shiny black Lincoln Town Car as our cab!! We were ridin’ in style!! So I’m going to give a shout-out to that company right here, if you are ever in Phoenix and need to go somewhere, give them a call…the regular cab was kind of slow getting to us later that weekend (a later part of the story) but if you reserve ahead of time for a car, they will give you a good rate and ride in style. Budget Cabs Arizona, http://www.budgetcabaz.com/. I believe they even offered limos, but a town car was fabulous to us.

But showing up to the track in a limo….hmmm….imagine people’s curiosity….LOL It would HAVE to have 99 decals on it, though. LOL

Our driver, Bill, chatted with us all the way out there about moving, from his past in a moving company, telling stories of people who, he’d show up to load their stuff and move it, and nothing would be packed and they’d expect them to just do it all, to Sheriff Jo Arpaio, the infamous sheriff of Maricopa county who busted Kurt Busch for his bad behavior when stopped for speeding a few years back, and his methods and successes. It passed the time, and before we knew it, we were there. He dropped us right in front, in the “Deliveries” area….LOL yup, we were VERY important deliveries that morning!!

Hearing from Paige, who was already camping at the track, we headed into the track to look around, and on seeing that it was too early for most of the souvenir haulers to be open, we got our tickets and pit passes, and I checked in at the NASCAR Members’ Club tent for my later trip down to the stage for Nationwide Driver Intros, and then we headed down to pit lane. En route to the tunnel, the usual hawkers were there, and we scored coupons for 15% off oil changes and wheel rotations...WHOO HOOO!! Sometimes it’s the little things….

One quick trip on the shuttle, and we were on pit lane!! Cup practice had started, so we scouted out where were the best locations to get shots of cars, and preferably drivers.

I found out that my new camera with the 12x optical zoom and enough megapixels to choke a horse….well, o-kay, a cat at least (that is a HORRIBLE saying….LOL)…takes AMAZING shots from the bridge over the entrance to the garage, into the garage:

Carl:














Carl and Bob:









Dale Jr










Greg Biffle









Biffle was too fast for me, my camera couldn’t zoom back and adjust back to sunlight, and white uniform, from the relative gloom it had been focusing into in the garage bays, that quickly…kind of makes you think he resembles an angel a bit, doesn’t it. LOL Greg Biffle may be a great guy and an awesome driver, but an angel? No way!!! LOL

For more pics of the action on Practice/Qualifying/Nationwide day, watch for the photos link to join the list at the right…that means I’ve finally gotten through the 600+ pics I took, and they are posted. Be patient….did you not see, I said 600+? AND I’m moving this week. It MIGHT be a while.

Later, Nationwide practice started, and we joined the crowd at the primo spot on pit lane to get the most pics of drivers, and if you are lucky, drivers sign things for the fans there when they have the time or inclination: the main entrance to the Cup garage.

We were lucky this day, Carl not only ended up on the pole for the Nationwide race, he spent a good long time signing everything thrust into his hands by eager fans along not only that area, but behind the fence on the other side of the entrance to the garage. What a guy…many drivers (Kyle Busch, Jeff Burton, Kevin Harvick, to name a few) either completely ignored the fans (as the Shrub did) or waved at them as they went by, on to sponsor obligations or to talk to their teams about their cars or maybe just to relax for a few in their RVs before Cup qualifying later (note the names mentioned were running both races, but this was not always the case with those who didn’t stop to sign things. AND Carl was in both races, and stopped, as I mentioned, so that’s no excuse. But that’s just the kind of guy Carl is). There were a lot of drivers happy to sign things, so the few that didn’t did not dampen the mood much.

My new prized possession…the hat was a gift from my man…now it’s signed by my driver!!
As Cup qualifying progressed, I said good bye to Paige and Julie and the others down there, and headed out to join up with the ONMC group gathering for Driver Intros. As soon as qualifying was over, we would be moved down onto the track to make a corridor for the drivers to go through once they got off the stage.

Unlike other times I’ve been with the ONMC group for driver intros, this time there were only 20 or 30 of us, so by my past experience it was a small group. Heading down onto the track, we had to share the same narrow staircase with those exiting from the track, which necessitated some give and take. When the guys in front of me went through, I paused to allow a few to come back up and through.

Next thing I know, the gentleman down the stairs from me was waving me by, and I realized it was Robin Pemberton!!! I proceeded on down the stairs and said thank you, and then the security guard gestured that Mr. Pemberton could come on up the stairs, and he said “O-kay, I was just letting her go….” What a gentleman!!!

From what I saw, rounding people up into some kind of organization at one of these events is kind of like herding cats. They’d line us up, then someone would spot another driver coming up behind the stage, and break ranks to get a shot, or they spotted Mike Helton at the fence, and went to talk to him….LOL good thing there was only a small group of us to wrangle, those to gals from the Members club would never have been able to handle a larger group.

Finally, driver’s intros started, and people started squeezing into our line up, be they Mothers of the drivers waiting for their son, or just some guy who was trying to join in where not invited. Quickly, my nice straight view up the driver intros stairs degenerated into me trying, once again, to take pictures over the heads of people in front of me. I did still manage to slap palms with most of the drivers as they went by (except the one that took one look at us and dodged through the line to avoid going down the path we outlined. Chicken!! LOL)

Of course, being as he was on the pole, it was a long wait to see Carl, but at last, there he was!!

Carl peeking:












Carl coming across the stage:















As he went by, I stretched my hand out to slap palms with him, and then did the unforgiveable. In my book, at least.

You see, EVERY time in the past I have had the chance to do this with one of my favorites, bad luck has befallen him.

GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER!!! LOL

But it really was a stupid thing to do.

I told Carl “Good Luck!!”

AUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!! It just slipped out!! Not “Have a good race” nor “Have fun tonight” or any of the other half dozen sayings I have developed for those situations when I have a chance to encourage Carl or Mark before a race; “Good Luck”

Yes, call me superstitious, but later that night, I was REALLY kicking myself, as Carl’s car went from BLAZING fast dominating, to running at the back of the pack just trying to nurse the engine to the end, thanks, we found out later, to a broken valve spring causing a cylinder to fail in the engine. AUGH!!! He sounded so disappointed on the scanner: “That was the fastest car I have ever had!! I wasn’t even running full-throttle!”

After this amazing show of well-intentioned stupidity on my part, I headed back up into the stands. The weather was sunny in the 70s with a lovely breeze, so as I didn’t feel the need to hide under the stands for some shade, I grabbed a beer and headed up to join Nan, who, out of sheer stupidity (her word) or just not caring, hadn’t bothered to put any sunscreen on. And was burned to a crisp.

So I joined a miserable Nan, and we watched the race, reveling in Carl’s dominance early, (when the replay of the wreck of Michael Waltrip showed Mikey getting loose in the turn, and as such, losing momentum, and Carl running right behind him in the turn and NOT getting loose and NOT losing momentum, resulting in the nose of the 60 car under the tail of the 99 car, and Mikey into the wall, a guy in the crowd behind us calling out “AFLAC!!”, making us chortle.), then sharing our disappointment when it all went south. (He was SOOOO fast…but I always get leery when that happens, because it seems when I’m watching a race, and either Carl or Mark is stinking up the show because they are faster than everyone else, that old adage ends up applying: “It’s always fastest before it blows.”. Sadly true again this time.)

I ended the race cheering Greg Biffle on to the win, while Nan, no Biffle fan, cheered for the guy behind him. LOL

After it was all over, we met up with Anne at the souvenir haulers, and headed back to home base. However, trouble, of the electronic type, was brewing. The night before, Nan discovered that her phone charger wouldn’t charge her phone….and now it was dead. And we knew of no-where near our hotel to get a new charger.

Cellular Disaster, a Rare Event, and the Scrapbook FINALLY gets delivered!!

Saturday April 18, Cup Race day

As the gates at Phoenix Interational Raceway didn’t open until Noon on this race day, we had a remarkably relaxed morning before heading out to the track.

Or it SHOULD have been relaxed.

Nan had realized through the night that without her cell phone, there would be people worrying about her, and we would have no way to communicate if separated at the track…heck, she couldn’t call for her ride when she landed at the airport back home!! Isn’t it amazing how, in just a few short years, we as a culture have become so totally dependent on cell phones that just the thought of not having a functional one can send us into a panic?? But that’s a subject for another story.

So she found on-line that there was a Verizon store a couple of miles away, and called a cab to run her down there to pick up a new charger before Anne arrived to take us to the track, so she’d have a bit of time to charge it first.

Best laid plans. Remember that cab company who had treated us so good Friday morning? Well, after waiting 20 minutes out in front of the hotel with no sign of a cab, Nan returned to the room and called them…and was told it would be at least another 20 minutes. Which would about coincide with Anne’s planned arrival to take us to the track.

So she cancelled the cab, and I called Anne, who agreed to come down a little earlier and run Nan down to the Verizon store.

I should have made sure Nan knew which DIRECTION down the road the store was, because before long I had a call from Anne…what was the store address again?

Turns out Nan had directed her in the wrong direction down the road. See why when we have a rental car on race weekends, she usually drives and I navigate? LOL

Anyway, disaster averted, and Nan’s cell phone cheerily charging from the lighter port in Anne’s vehicle, we were off to the track.

This day was to be exciting. For the first time in a long time, Carl had a pre-planned signing at his souvenir hauler that afternoon. So we wouldn’t be going far from souvenir row until that was over...he hadn't at a race we'd been to in so long, this was a true rarity. We Edheads got spoiled those first couple of years, when he had the time to sign at the hauler almost every weekend.

Added to this excitment was that Anne, who had carried the Edheads 2008 scrapbook, with its photos lovingly contributed by Edheads around the country and assembled painstakingly by Anne before the start of this season, intended for Carl, to 3 different tracks now, in the hopes of getting a chance to give it to him, would FINALLY have that chance!

Paige, our “scout” at the track, had managed to obtain a ticket for the signing, and offered it to Anne so she could give the book directly to Carl, instead of flagging down Randy or Carl’s mother, Nancy Sterling, when she saw them around the track. Thanks Paige, you’re awesome, we could never have made it to the track in time for the 8am hand-out of tickets, and the chances of actually being able to talk Randy (Carl’s PR guy, and well-known to the Edheads) into letting us meet Carl after the signing were slim. Not that Randy wouldn’t allow it, but we knew, since we had last seen Carl do a signing at a Cup race, his popularity had grown immensely…there would likely be no feasible way with all those fans milling around, short of going through the line to get it to him.

After browsing the souvenir haulers for a while, doing some shopping, and grabbing a bite to eat (Mini hot dogs! Yum!!), we relaxed a bit in the car, and then met up with everyone at the 99 souvenir hauler for Carl’s signing. Paige and Julie were there, so it was a good group of Edheads hanging on the periphery.

Why the periphery? The crowd was HUGE!!

This is just the front half of the crowd, as seen from our side of the hauler:










Some of those people must have been waiting there for hours! Boy, was I right in my speculation that arranging to give the scrapbook to Carl after the signing would be impossible…no way were this many people going to leave him alone until he left the area. Thank God Paige got that ticket.

So we plotted that Anne would join the end of the line to give him the book. It made the most sense, and would possibly allow a few seconds longer with Carl than if there were other fans waiting impatiently in line behind her.

We stood off to the side, near the next souvenir hauler, right by the gap to go around back behind the haulers and join the line, and suddenly someone put his hands on Anne’s shoulders and moved her aside…

Leaving a space for Carl to step through!!!

We were pretty much speechless, as often happens to most normal people when someone famous unexpectedly steps into their midst, and then we went off with a flurry of “Hi Carl!!!”s, to which he responded Hi back, and asked how we were doing…and as he turned to head around behind the hauler to go in, one of our group thankfully started thinking again, and flagged him back down. Anne took that moment to present him with the scrapbook, which he looked at and said “This is for ME??” and Anne said yes, from the Edheads. He thanked us profusely, but unfortunately before we could get our brains fully functioning again, he took off into the hauler, before we could ask him to pose for a picture.

Oops. I guess we needed that ticket after all.

So the original plan went back into action, and we watched Carl’s signing and enjoyed his Q&A for a bit, then Anne joined the end of the line. She had to have a picture of Carl with the scrapbook!! We ALL did!!

So she went through the line, and when she got up near the front, I joined her as the “Official CCN Photographer” and got the picture.













Carl was great, donning his headset so he could be heard through the crowd, answering questions, and when he asked if there was anyone there from other countries, someone in the crowd yelled out “Canada!! Nova Scotia!!” And after chatting about that for a minute, by this time Anne and I were up front, he said, “So, other than Canada, is there anyone else foreign here??” To which I called out “What, we’re not foreign enough for you???”, making him laugh and backpedal a bit. Then someone in the crowd yelled out “Switzerland” and Carl responded “You, sir, win the prize!”

Now I had recently acquired a bag for holding my scanner and new, smaller camera, as well as other necessities, while at the track, and it had screamed Aflac to me when I saw it. It is canvas and covered in blue, green and black dots on a white background. To that I added my collection of Carl pins, and voila!! Aflac race purse!!

When I was right in front of Carl, Randy and the Aflac representative with them, taking the picture of Carl with the scrapbook, the Aflac rep apparently noticed my Aflac-colored purse and it’s collection of pins, and pointed it out to Carl and Randy….he said something like “Now, she’s REALLY an Aflac fan!!” This brought grins from them all.

The scrapbook delivery was successful, and the entire behemoth crowd laughed when a guy at the back yelled out something like “Go out and win tonight, Carl!”, causing the entire crowd to erupt in cheers. Carl shot back “Thank you. I’d cheer too if you weren’t wearing a 48 cap!” LOL

Carl, being the guy he is, stayed after all the ticketed fans were done and signed things for about 10 more minutes for other fans, then disappeared out the back, down behind the haulers, away from where fans were waiting around front….I don’t blame him, had he come out the front, he likely would have been mobbed.

Our boy is a superstar, the crowd was HUGE!! And he won even more fans when he stuck around to sign more. What a guy!!

After that, we separated, and I went down to pit lane with Paige. After some hanging out, chatting with crewmen (I told the 99 guys that we were sitting straight up from them in the stands, and that we didn’t want to see any more pit stops than necessary!! He laughed and agreed, that would be best) and other fans and enjoying the pre-race energy, the 80 degree temps really started to get to me, and the breeze wasn’t nearly as refreshing as it had been yesterday. So I said good-bye to Paige, and grabbed a bottle of water and a beer at the concession stand. I found a spot at a picnic table where another gentleman was relaxing, and we chatted for a bit. He was there with a Hot Pass to watch the race from pit lane, full access to the garage, through his company. Soon some of his friends joined and we had a lively chat…he disappeared for a short bit, then returned and handed me a stack of driver hero cards from the garage. He had just gone down the row from Carl’s garage and grabbed a handful.

I thanked him profusely, and promised him I would find them good homes, so as I headed back to my seats, whenever I saw a child with gear on that indicated he was a fan of one of the drivers I had in my stack, with the parent’s permission I’d give him or her one…and soon had given them all away. Well, except for the Carl ones, which I didn’t find any kids wearing his gear (sad!!) and a couple of others I kept for friends. (Anyone want a Carl Edwards Subway hero card? I have 3 extras!)

The Jeff Gordon, Jimmy Johnson and Dale Earnhardt Jr ones went fast, anyway. I even joked to one Jr fan that likely I could have sold them on ebay for a pretty penny.

But the look on those kids’ faces when I gave them their driver’s hero card made my day. I was sad though, when one little guy who was a Juan Pablo Montoya fan had to settle for a Jimmie Johnson hero card, because Juablo was not in the stack I had been given.

In the process of looking for kids to give these to (and adults, too! It was a quite a stack), I spotted one family of 4, 2 parents and 2 small children in a double-stroller, all decked out head to foot in Dale Jr garb. I guess the family that cheers together, stays together. LOL

I of course was down front at the fence for Driver introductions, my favorite place when I can’t swing being in the crowd in front of the stage, and I noticed a couple of inconsistencies…I think they put Joey Logano and Reed Sorenson in the wrong cars:












Now I don’t have a loud yelling voice, so when my favorites come by, I’m usually just one of the crowd…but when Carl came by, and I yelled out “Go Carl!!!”, I was surprised when one of those weird split-second silences that only occasionally happens, when in a noisy place, at just the right (or wrong) time, occurred. You know, the one that usually happens when you have raised your voice at a party to be heard by a friend, saying something inappropriate (I NEVER do that! LOL), and it just happens at that moment, as you are saying it, everything goes silent for a second, causing your comment to ring out through the room??

Well, that’s what happened in this case, and my “Go Carl” rang out loud and clear. I know, because he turned and looked right at me as he was waving, and his grin, I swear, it got bigger.

Who knows, maybe it was the cute girl beside me he was grinning at (hey, he’s married, not dead!!), but I choose to believe that he heard my heartfelt “Go Carl!” and grinned back at me!

Finally it was race time. Carl never really seemed to get close enough to the front to contend. The 99 team had one slower stop because Carl himself admitted on the scanner he flat-spotted all the tires and slid too far in the pit box, and another late in the race that no-one explained on the scanner, so I’m not sure what exactly happened, even as I was watching the pit stop from my vantage point right in front of me….he never dropped below 20th, and finally ended up 10th after working hard all day for it….Phoenix, because it tends towards long green-flag runs, is one of the harder tracks to pass a lot of cars at.

But a special thing happened, one thing that in my 10 years going to NASCAR races has never happened to me. In 10 years of being a Mark Martin fan, then adding Carl in when he came along just as Mark cut back on the number of races he would run a year, likely in preparation for eventually retiring completely, I have never seen Mark win a Cup race live. One truck race, yes, but a Cup race, no.

So I finally got to see my first favorite win a Cup race, and he DOMINATED!! I would loved to have seen Carl up there fighting him for it, but that wasn’t to be, but it was an amazing experience….even as they took the checkers, with Tony Stewart dogging his heels, I thought there was one more lap to go…and cheering him on, gasped as I saw him slow out of turn 2 and Tony pass him, after hesitating beside him.

NO MARK!! THE RACE IS NOT DONE!! (Mark fans know that this happened to him once before, thinking the race was done and it wasn’t, slowing down and getting passed, losing the race that way)….but then I realized the race was over, and Tony had pulled up beside Mark to congratulate him. LOL

Even funnier, as Mark drove that #5 Hendrick car (Ugh, that STILL grates a little…I can no longer say “Anyone but Hendrick!!!” LOL) down in front of us, and turned towards the wall to do his Polish Victory Lap, he had to stop to back up in order to complete the turn, and I thought for JUST a second he might plant his nose against the wall and do a burnout, as some of the young ones have done in the past. But no, that’s not Mark’s style.

And how cool was it to see all the other drivers and teams, including Jack “The Cat in the Hat” Roush, Mark’s former boss who some worried was no longer friends with Mark, coming to Victory Lane to congratulate the “crazy old man”. That brought a tear to my eye…I really wish I had been down there to see it myself.

What a fun day, not the greatest day for Carl but an AWESOME day for Mark and a great day to be a Mark Martin fan. And that terrible old adage didn’t rear it’s ugly head this time….maybe it only applies to Ford engines???? LOL

Now, if I can ever get Mark’s autograph, I will be fulfilled.

POST SCRIPT:

After spending Sunday at the airport, giving up not one but 2 seats on overbooked flights voluntarily for the bonus of 2 free flights for use down the road (and I could have gotten a 3rd one the next morning, but I really needed to get home by that time…a free night in a nice hotel after a free dinner was cool and all that, but I was still in the same clothes I had wandered PHX airport all day the previous day in. At least I had my toothbrush and make-up in my carryon, and was able to pick up some deodorant at the hotel, so I wasn’t COMPLETELY grotesque!! LOL) and spending most of Monday moving my stuff into my new apartment, I was watching my recorded copy of the Cup race as I rested my weary body, and I noticed something.

I remember that at the track, NASCAR messed up...that last pit stop, when Mark came out with the lead, the 18 came out second, and then the 18 was penalized "too fast exiting"? Nan heard Tony (who had come out in 3rd behind the 18) on the scanner, yelling “No way did he get out in front of me without speeding!!!”, or something to that effect…of course, he used words I won’t repeat here. LOLWhat I had noticed was that they didn't even MENTION the screw-up on TV that occurred: the statement that blared over the PA system and flashed on the jumbotrons that caused my heart to stop.

Immediately after Nan heard Tony say this and reported it to me, and we were speculating as to who Tony meant as we waited for the cars to come back around so we could see what the running order was, because as far as we knew, MARK was the only car that came out in front of Tony.

That’s when they announced that Mark was being penalized for too fast off….OH NO!!But as the cars came back around, we saw that the 18 was in second, which meant the 18 had passed the 14 on pit lane…as we were reasoning this all out, they then announced the 18 penalty. Much to the distress of the four Shrub fans sitting behind us who had gloated at seeing Mark's penalty posted on the screen. THEN we began to realize NASCAR had messed up. Mark never came in to serve the penalty, and they never mentioned it again...I switched over to Mark's scanner, and didn't hear Alan say anything to him about it. NASCAR also never corrected the error over the PA system, at least, not that I heard…they just penalized the 18, then went on with the race, like they hadn’t screwed up in the first place.Mark had all of one pit-stall length or so from his pit box at the exit of pit lane to the exit line, his was the first pit stall on pit lane, thanks to winning the pole on Friday.....so no way could he have been speeding. Those cars are powerful, but they need more than that short distance to speed up past pit lane speed.

The initial announcement of Mark’s penalty never made it onto the television broadcast. Interesting.

The look on the four Shrub fans’ faces behind us was priceless….we chose not to gloat back at them. LOL


ANOTHER POST SCRIPT:

Walking to the Metro Light Rail Sunday morning, we saw what we had not seen in the darkness when we arrived Thursday night….a wireless accessories store, less than a block from our hotel. Go figure, after all the rushing around Saturday morning, and Nan freaking out because her phone had died, had we just walked down the block….