That was an interesting weekend. Raced on Saturday.
"Raced" probably isn't the right word to use since I was beat by everyone on the track. I was beaten so badly I felt like a foster child (no offense to any foster children or families out there). Heck I was so slow I am pretty sure I saw a "Barber Dairy Truck" pass me at one point.
The only bright spot for me was the start.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=61AlwfGvKX4
Sunday, everyone knew the rain was coming. I sat out qualifying to see if it would stay dry. No such luck. So I withdrew. Still no rain tires, and quite frankly I am not sure I would have wanted to go out regardless.
I have to admit, I am discouraged enough to start looking for a new hobby.
Ricky, sorry for your mother in law's health issues. Hope she gets better quickly.