So it all starts with Peter Hanson and I going to the Rolex Grand Am race these last few days. The race is in Watkins Glen and we came in second (had to brag!)
The important fact here is that NASCAR is running at the Glen this weekend too, and the Rolex race is considered a support race - which is wierd since I've never seen a Bubba with a Rolex, never mind interested in a sportscar (they like pickup trucks). I have to admit that the Playboy sponsored car had some fake Playmates (local girls with long blonde hair and D cups) signing autographs - that had a lineup of Bubbas in front. (Interesting note, some had their wives with them standing with crossed arms waiting, a few wanted autographs too! Most couple had combined weights of over 500lbs)
Wellllllllll, anyway........
We met up with John (Johnnybul) and went over to his client's homestead for the race (the guy rents a spot for his RV, builds scaffolding, furnature, etc, and settles in for the race weekend - starting the previous Monday it seems)
So we scale the scaffolding, sit on the couch perched on high and brandish the requisite beer - now we can watch qualifing!
We were in Turn 10, near the apex and it was facinating:
1st There were loudspeakers with various NASCAR experts talking about how well each driver was going to do before their session - they seemed to be wrong every time - but it didn't matter since they went from reporting the actual result to forcasting the next without a breath for: "that was disappoining", or "man was I wrong!" Oh well, most of the bubbas didn't seem to care, you see, they all pick one driver and support them whole heartedly - like the 250+Lb girls on the scaffolding next door, one had her driver (#88 if I recall, and sadly the image is burned into my mind, but perhaps with therapy and time I won't recall anymore)well, the number plus some writing about how he was the best was all over her back in silver grease pen. The other girl wan't so declassee, she just llifted her shirt and showed what the good lord (and three or four 12 packs of doughnuts a day) gave her to her favorite, generally yelling something about how he is the best - while he boyfriend stood on - amazing that she probably yells that whichever boy is looking at her when her breasts are exposed is the best - albeit with a little editing when its the whole football team - mistakes can be made (with names I mean).
Anyway, perhaps I'm rambling on, but more likely this is just free group therapy for me (your turn next, I promise!) but here we were three sportcar loving/racing guys at NASCAR. I've felt like a virgin at an all a$$-Fu^king Orgy, which is strange, I don't know why I felt like a virgin - but the rest was probably true!
John will hopefully post the picts (he promised to, but it was his NASCAR client's camera so it won't be back near him until next week I imagine)
Anyways, if you need more deatils please post questions - It's kinda like being able to talk to Neil Armstrong: What WAS it like on the Moon?
The important fact here is that NASCAR is running at the Glen this weekend too, and the Rolex race is considered a support race - which is wierd since I've never seen a Bubba with a Rolex, never mind interested in a sportscar (they like pickup trucks). I have to admit that the Playboy sponsored car had some fake Playmates (local girls with long blonde hair and D cups) signing autographs - that had a lineup of Bubbas in front. (Interesting note, some had their wives with them standing with crossed arms waiting, a few wanted autographs too! Most couple had combined weights of over 500lbs)
Wellllllllll, anyway........
We met up with John (Johnnybul) and went over to his client's homestead for the race (the guy rents a spot for his RV, builds scaffolding, furnature, etc, and settles in for the race weekend - starting the previous Monday it seems)
So we scale the scaffolding, sit on the couch perched on high and brandish the requisite beer - now we can watch qualifing!
We were in Turn 10, near the apex and it was facinating:
1st There were loudspeakers with various NASCAR experts talking about how well each driver was going to do before their session - they seemed to be wrong every time - but it didn't matter since they went from reporting the actual result to forcasting the next without a breath for: "that was disappoining", or "man was I wrong!" Oh well, most of the bubbas didn't seem to care, you see, they all pick one driver and support them whole heartedly - like the 250+Lb girls on the scaffolding next door, one had her driver (#88 if I recall, and sadly the image is burned into my mind, but perhaps with therapy and time I won't recall anymore)well, the number plus some writing about how he was the best was all over her back in silver grease pen. The other girl wan't so declassee, she just llifted her shirt and showed what the good lord (and three or four 12 packs of doughnuts a day) gave her to her favorite, generally yelling something about how he is the best - while he boyfriend stood on - amazing that she probably yells that whichever boy is looking at her when her breasts are exposed is the best - albeit with a little editing when its the whole football team - mistakes can be made (with names I mean).
Anyway, perhaps I'm rambling on, but more likely this is just free group therapy for me (your turn next, I promise!) but here we were three sportcar loving/racing guys at NASCAR. I've felt like a virgin at an all a$$-Fu^king Orgy, which is strange, I don't know why I felt like a virgin - but the rest was probably true!
John will hopefully post the picts (he promised to, but it was his NASCAR client's camera so it won't be back near him until next week I imagine)
Anyways, if you need more deatils please post questions - It's kinda like being able to talk to Neil Armstrong: What WAS it like on the Moon?
