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For Memorial Day this year my husband and I went with another couple, our friends big apple bus tours Jeff and Ali, to the NASCAR race in Charlotte, NC. It was my first race and my first time camping in the infield. I knew it was going to be an experience like no other, but I had NO idea. The thing that surprised big apple bus tours me about the entire weekend was that it really wasn t about the race itself. Of course that was central to all of us being there and the periodic qualifying and practices kept our focus on the race track and the fast cars circling it. However, big apple bus tours the atmosphere in the infield was that of one big party from sun up to sun down and all through the dark hours in between. There was an air of camaraderie among all the campers that I had never experienced. Everybody was there to have fun and they were going to make sure you did too. More than anything else, what made my experience this past weekend was the cast of characters we met.
Shortly after we arrived and got set up, we noticed what we would later dub The 50 cent mobile big apple bus tours - a tricked out Cadillac Escalade EXT truck pull up next to the huge and very expensive RVs across the street from us. Out came Joel who owns his own Race Tour company. He was delivering case after case of sodas, water and beer for the customers arriving to stay in the RV for the weekend. He asked us if we wanted a tour of one of them. I had already changed into my race wear which consisted of halter swimsuit top, black skirt, big apple bus tours cowboy hat and flip-flops so I felt a little funny climbing inside this plush vehicle, but I couldn t pass up the chance to take a peek. It was gorgeous! When he told us it used to belong to Lenny Kravitz I had a minor lapse in judgement I threw myself on the bed in the master suite, rolled around big apple bus tours and licked the headboard. Just kidding, I didn t do that. But I wanted to. We learned a lot about Joel s company. It would have cost us $4,000 to get tickets to the race, stay in the RV and have Joel and his employees big apple bus tours cook for us and bring us unlimited drinks. I hated to tell Joel that my husband does that for me for free. Well, he has his price but it ain t $4,000. In between the two RVs Joel had set up, were tents and tables and a DJ station for the parties they were throwing big apple bus tours over the weekend. Our luck was just getting better.
After getting the grand tour of Lenny s bus, we were sitting around our campsite when around the corner came Rocky. He was camping in the spot behind us and was from Bishopville, SC. I don t know where that is but they must teach bullshit as a major at Bishopville big apple bus tours U because he was well versed in it. Pretty much the only reason he came over was to apologize in advance for the loudness of his generator. No problem! we said. This was before he cranked it up. Which he did immediately after leaving our campsite. That was the last time we spoke in a normal tone of voice. I never thought I would have to use the earplugs we brought for the race cars in our own camp site. I ve never been one to condone big apple bus tours vandalism, but I had serious fantasies of pouring sugar in the gas tank (Jeff s idea) or taking a hammer to one of the spark plugs (Squeaky s idea- you ll meet him later).
Unfortunately it started raining that night so we spent the majority big apple bus tours of it in our camper and then packed it in early. big apple bus tours At some point it must have stopped raining because I was woken up by the party going on outside Joel s RV. In particular, there was one extremely loud woman who kept asking at the top of her lungs if the men around wanted to see a certain part of her body. I never heard anybody big apple bus tours take her up on her offer. When I saw her the next morning I understood why. I guess Joel hadn t bought enough beer after all.
The next day we met some boys on the other side of us that were from West Virginia. We met Darryl, Bob, and Bill but I never got the name of the man with the red hair. He was a sweetheart. He had lost his wife to breast cancer a few years ago and had sold everything he had to pay for her treatments. big apple bus tours Coming to the race was the one thing he looked forward to every year. When I told him I had done a ride-along in one of the cars the previous November, his face fell in disbelief for just a split second before his wide grin returned. Man, if I could EVER do that, I would be the happiest man. I could tell that was completely true. At that moment, I wished I had an extra $110 to make his dream a reality. Later that day he brought over a plate of wings they had just cooked (and were very yummy) and we shared with them some of the straw we had brought with us to soak up the water and mud from the rain the night before. On Sunday, I also sprayed big apple bus tours his chest and back with sunscreen because he was getting fried and as a fellow pale skin and freckle sufferer I could sympathize.
Speaking of wings, the ones on our grill brought Tim around. big apple bus tours He is a NASCAR photographer for Tony Stewart and got a good shot of my friend, Ali, sucking on a chicken bone. He also got one of my husband with sauce all over his face like a two-year-old. I m praying that will show up as a future label on a bottle of Tony Stewart s barbecue sauce. Speaking of the sauce, he gave us a bottle which was very nice of him, even if it was three years old.
Saturday afternoon was the Nationwide race. Our site was in turn #3 which apparently is kind of boring. Plus, we didn t have one of those cool piece-it-together-from-plywood-PVC-pipe-and-duct-tape platforms for the top of our camper. But Jeff knew someone who did. We packed our coolers and drove down to turn #2 where we met another Jeff and his buddy Squeaky . Nicer people big apple bus tours you will never meet. They were very generous with their space and accommodating with their amenities. Believe me, their port-a-potty came in very handy. Their platform, which was a marvel of 2X4s and plywood, was fairly solid looking but I m afraid of heights and it scared me to death. big apple bus tours It was about 10 feet off the ground and built on top of  a trailer with wheels. To get up there you had to climb a ladder and I don t climb ladders. Add to that the fact that the platform had no railings, that it shook every time someone moved, and that my husband would dance dangerously close to the edge just to freak me out and I was as nervous as a midget wearing brown leather in a football game. Jeff told me not to worry, that the more beer I drank, the less I would care. I reminded him that the more beer I drank the higher big apple bus tours the probability that I would fall off the thing. Nobody did, though.  Squeaky big apple bus tours was a big guy with a big laugh and I loved watching him throw his head back and cackle. He  also amused me when we went back the next day to watch the Coca-Cola 600 on their platform. It s a very long race and I guess Squeaky was getting hungry. Up came a folding table, a cutting board, a knife and a bag of potatoes and onions. There he sat while race cars flew by cutting up vegetables for his dinner. I asked Squeaky where his apron was and I was happy when I was rewarded with a hearty belly laugh.
Of course, big apple bus tours I can t talk about my weekend without mentioning Ali. She is a crazy woman. She says anything to anybody big apple bus tours but she s hilarious and pretty so she can get away with it. It s highly entertaining and one of the things I love most about her. I also discovered that she will take a ride with anybody, anywhere. For instance, Friday night a motorcycle drove by and she yelled out, Hey, can I have a ride? and when the bike rider slammed on his brakes and motioned for her, she ran over and hopped on. Unfortunately it wasn t until I stood in the road watching her disappear that I thought, Crap. This is how most CSI episodes start out. . Of course she was returned safely a couple of minutes later. She did the same thing as a golf cart full of older men drove by. Much to the delight of the old geezers, she hopped on and away she went. Only this time when they returned her, another golf cart full of Air Force pilots was just leaving our area. THAT S the cart you need to hop on, woman! big apple bus tours I chastised her. She promptly turned around big apple bus tours and asked the pretty pilots if she could be their cart bitch for the evening. They laughed and blew her kisses as they drove away. I was sad we let them get away.
After the Nationwide big apple bus tours race on Saturday night we went back to our campsite and ate dinner. As the sun went down Joel s party cranked up and before too long we were in the street mingling with our neighbors and others who were driving or walking by. One group Ali and I accosted were a lovely trio of Marines. As someone gave the boys bottles of water, Ali and I begged them for a picture and hugged their necks. Apparently the fact that they were young and wearing uniforms gave Ali and I the idea that we could treat them like they were our own pretty pets we could freely (but still respectfully) scratch behind the ears. We were like two girls in a candy store. No, not a candy store an adult store. Where all the blow up dolls are gorgeous, chiseled, military boys. They didn t seem to mind and gladly hung out while we got our fill. The one who got the water for them was a buddy of Joel s a guy named Mike who is a Chicago police officer in the anti-terrorism unit. He was a bigger shit talker than Ali and the two of them got along famously and kept us in stitches. He also enjoyed our smoked brisket and chicken very much. I guess Joel didn t buy enough food either.
Anyway, the darker it got, the rowdier the party got. Darryl from West Virginia was the drunkest person I ve even seen that was still able to walk and form syllables. None of them made sense but he was trying. He also kept injuring himself and every time I saw him he had a new bloody cut on his leg. Somebody really should have taken him to the infield care center. I would have, but at one point I looked to the left and before my eyes was a beautiful big apple bus tours sight. The Air Force boys in their nicely fitting green jumpsuits were back and looking for a good time. The adult store just got a new shipment, ladies! Ali smacked me and told me