Get your motor running Thursday #351!

[Lady's Human]

Boogity boogity Pfft!

Can we get Jerry Punch and Ned Jarret back in the both? PLEASE!!!!

PM, up here at Watkins Glen you can see real cobras all the time when they're vintage racing!

[Karen]

I want cotton candy! And earplugs! And popcorn!

[Lady's Human]

Cotton Candy? Check!

Popcorn? Check!

Earplugs? Nah. No earplugs! Scanner headsets. Great noise reduction and you can hear what the drivers REALLY say behind the wheel!

[Cinder & Smoke]

Scanner headsets.
Great noise reduction and
you can hear what the drivers REALLY say behind the wheel!

WHAT?

The stuff we hear on TV isn't the Real Thing?

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Mr. BarKeep ~

I'll have the RaceTrack Platter, please.
And a *COLD* Sam.

[blue]

King of the Hammers is Next month! Ill have a bonfire in the desert and lots of dry martinis, I just wish I could make it this year..

[Lady'sOtherHuman]

WHAT?

The stuff we hear on TV isn't the Real Thing?

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Mr. BarKeep ~

I'll have the RaceTrack Platter, please.
And a *COLD* Sam.

I know it's so much more fun when you catch the drivers saying something colorful. Even the radio station that broadcasts during the race if you have the channel you can hear them talking about what they're going to cover next between the commercial breaks. One time we were at either Pocono or Daytona and they were talking about a bunny crossing the backstretch during the race. I don't know if the bunny made it or not but I'm guessing it did because they never said anything durning the actual race broadcast.

[Pinot's Mom]

PM, up here at Watkins Glen you can see real cobras all the time when they're vintage racing!

You're at Watkins Glen? I love Watkins Glen, but not for the racetrack; my husband and I camped up there and went to wine country - great place!

[Karen]

You're at Watkins Glen? I love Watkins Glen, but not for the racetrack; my husband and I camped up there and went to wine country - great place!

He's not that far from Watkin's Glen, he's east of it. Aunt Shirley lives west of it, and when we visited it as kids - LH was maybe 4 or 5, we walked down the Glen instead of up, as Charles - Aunt Shirley's husband, but he was always just Charles, not Uncles Charles - had emphysema and could not have managed the hike up. Ma was terrified of heights, so hugged the canyon walls all the way down, and our task, as the older kids, was to keep LH from careening over the edge!