Whoever makes the commercials to show the wonderment, solace, fulfillment and satisfaction of a motorhome vacation should hang out with me more often…I certainly could “pop their bubble”! And speaking of popping things, I got not one, but TWO big pops on our trip home from Sonoma. More on that later….
When last I left you fearless readers, I was just getting ready to wash the rig before we pulled out to head up north. Well, once the RV was clean and I directed the hose at the PT, something looked slightly out of kilter on the tow dolly. Seems the driver’s side spindle has cocked itself, resulting in enough negative camber to allow the backing plate to hit the frame of the dolly. I suppose the silver lining is that, had I not noticed it, we probably wouldn’t have made it more than a few miles before disaster inevitably would have set in. I find it ironic that I had JUST replaced both tires after noticing the one on that side had started to separate, yet the spindle orientation looked just fine until the car was loaded on it. The other spindle had done nearly the exact same thing several years ago whilst in Delaware, but I attributed the cause to a nasty pothole I ran through after leaving the Richmond track, and it took quite some time to manifest itself, plus it wasn’t cocked nearly as bad as this one.
For about 10 minutes, I contemplated breaking out the welder and attempting to repair things, but then reality set in. Back in Delaware, it had taken three of us (in a trailer repair shop with all the right equipment!) nearly three hours to cut, align, weld, fabricate, and gusset everything, which means that, in Jack Beckman time, it should take me about 10-12 (20!) hours. So, we bid a fond adieu to the Cruiser and set sail for Wine Country, without backup transportation.
Except for a couple of hours in stop and go traffic (a result of I-5 lane closures just to keep us California drivers from getting used to actually averaging anything above 45 miles an hour), the trip there was uneventful. Boy, would I love “uneventful” to describe more of my RV experiences!
Jim Barner and his wife Angela etch a custom, HUGE, wine bottle every year to raise funds for the Eric Medlen night. This year’s entry went for $5000. Those two are great folks. By the look on Jim’s face, he’s either surprised or that’s a screwdriver in his hand. By the look of his arm, he’s either a hard-core fan, or just plain smart!
There were plenty of nostalgia cars on display, and Jason even found his nostalgic pals, Ronnie and Jeep Hampshire. Ronnie piloted this, the Waterman & Hampshire entry, back in the day, and in this photo, “Jeepy looks sleepy”
Not to be left out, Layla too wanted to experience this whole “front-engine” thing…and she dug it!
Seeing as I had no personal transportation once parked in the RV area of Sonoma Raceway, I bummed a ride with Rodger and Karen Comstock to the Eric Medlen Nitro night. We have never missed any (this was the eighth annual!), and I have had the pleasure of emceeing the past two. I felt a little bit like whoever had to follow Joe DiMaggio in the batting lineup, as Bob Frey had been the only other host, and there just is no way to fill his shoes (I think he’s a size 18). Still, it was an enjoyable, tearful, purposeful and productive night, raising lots of money in Eric’s name for Speedway Children’s Charities, something that was near and dear to his heart.
I suppose I should mention that I didn’t sleep much Wednesday night, once we cleared the traffic stops and regained momentum up Interstate 5. I pulled over for rest about 3a.m., slept on the couch for a few hours, and we soldiered our way on. A half hour nap before the Medlen event only made it worse, and two cups of coffee did nothing for my level of alertness before hosting the show. I’m just glad that I didn’t fall asleep or completely embarrass myself, and I couldn’t wait to get back to the RV and get some rest.
Oh, that that could have been the plan! Cindy was flying into Oakland Airport late Thursday night, and we had no PT Cruiser so that Jenna could pick her up. I borrowed the Comstock’s 5-ton truck and “hit” every construction zone and traffic accident on the way to get her. Poor Cindy had a 1 ½ hour delay before departing Ontario, and she waited another 1 ½ hours for me to arrive. That was Thursday…and now you see why sometimes driving the race car is the most relaxation I get once at the races!
We did a good job in qualifying, ending up in the #4 spot, which always means a date with #13 in the first round. In the “old” days, before NHRA changed the qualifying format to only allow the top 12 spots a provisional spot in the field on Friday night, this would usually be a huge advantage. However, what often happens is a “hitter” car misses the setup on the Friday night session, which is the run that nearly always sets the top 12 spots. Then, this team will come out and run good on Saturday, in the heat, and have a great race day setup, but not be able to bump into the top 12. That’s exactly what this scenario was, with Tim Wilkerson getting that 13th spot.
After having lost to Tim in the second round of Denver the week before, and relinquishing the 10th spot in the Countdown to him, we really were in a position to decide our own fate. With each round worth 20 points, facing someone you are directly competing with for a position in the top 10 basically makes it a 40-point swing…and we really needed this one!
Wilky laid one on us, put us out, and gained more points on us in what is becoming a real nail-biter for the final position in the Countdown. We have three races to get our act together and get this Valvoline/Infinite Hero car in the winner’s circle and guaranteed a spot to run for the championship.
And then came the trip home…
Being as that I still am a great fan of the sport, and also because I like to stay and cheer on my teammates and spend time with the fans, I never leave the track until the finals. However, with 5 of us in the RV, Jason having soccer camp starting at 9a.m. Monday, and a 450-mile trek back to Norco, we decided to head out during the semi’s. Silly me thought we’d actually get home at a decent hour Sunday night!
Blowout # 1 was so violent it shook Jason’s hairdo into this! Yes, we Beckmans, much like politicians, never let a good crisis or disaster limit our photo album.
Blowout #2 resulted in tire #3, and another bill had me feeling like #2!
About 130 miles from the track, the Titanic struck the iceberg. The passenger side tag axle (the rearmost wheel) lost its tire…big time. The vibration and noise was tremendous, but at least no one was hurt, we didn’t run into anyone, and we got to the side of the road relatively quickly. The tire had torn a good chunk out of the fender, ripped into the battery compartment, and dented some bracing under the RV. Other than that, it looked like new!
We limped into the rest area by driving on the shoulder at 6-10 mph, and called Auto Club. Unfortunately, with our location (10 miles from the middle of nowhere), there wasn’t many options. Also, RV tires are an oddball size, so big truck tires aren’t an option. I wound up finding a mobile tire repair service who said he had a used tire the exact size, and he’d be willing to trade it for my daughter. Yes, I’m being facetious, but at $300, plus another $95 for the service call, I wasn’t exaggerating too much! Did I also mention that we waited for 1 ½ hours for him to show up (he told me he was about 25 minutes away when I first called, which already was over ½ hour after the blowout)?
My gold-plated used tire (at 300 bucks, I was sure there must be SOME precious metal in it!) lasted just about 90 miles, when it also disintegrated at 65 mph. I’m convinced there was a slow leak at the bead, which eventually caused the demise of tire number two. Shame on me, as when I noticed the tire guys never sprayed soapy water around the wheel after mounting the tire, I just assumed they were the experts and had checked everything thoroughly. Did I use the word “assume” in that sentence? ‘Nuff said.
Now we were in real trouble, as it was dark out, the shoulder was littered with debris and narrow, and we were several miles from the next off ramp. I limped us there at 40 mph, as slow as I dared go to avoid an accident, and as fast as I dared with one tire down. We spent the night in a truck stop, and I was up the next morning trying to purchase a tire. Long story short, after 25 minutes of talking to their tire store guy, he informed me that they don’t work on RV’s. Now, this was after telling him my RV had a blowout, having him look at the RV, and having him check on prices for tires. When I seemed a bit peeved that he had wasted so much of my time (I got to listen to him chat on the phone for 8 minutes to someone after I first told him what I needed), he said he assumed that I had talked to someone the night before and had been informed they don’t work on RV’s! What? There’s just no accounting for some people.
Next I called two Goodyear truck tire centers in Bakersfield, thinking I could have the rim removed, limp it the 45 miles into B’field, and have a new tire put on. I’m still waiting to hear back from the first guy I talked to… great customer service! The second guy, George, was very professional, but had no new tires. He’d get me a used unit for $100, which at least seemed like a reasonable price.
I wound up walking across the road to a truck wash/tire center and getting them to put on a used unit for the same $100. This time I was emphatic about checking the bead, and they found two small leaks. Yep, blowout #3 would’ve been imminent had they not taken care of those!
Former NHRA Competition Director Steve Gibbs (the driving force behind the nostalgia revival), Road King Joel Embick, Tommy Ivo, me (if you hadn’t figured that one out, you need a cup of coffee!), Art Chrisman, and Larry Fischer in front of a small portion of the new exhibition at the Museum.
I don’t really have much in the way of woodworking tools, but that sure isn’t going to slow down Jason and me from carving out a masterpiece.
So, that’s my road story, version #426. I know most racers have their share, but it’s just no fun with your family there, no tools or spares, and folks that just don’t take their jobs seriously. We made it home, spoke with the insurance company, and I can’t wait to tell you all about my adventures getting everything repaired! Oh, did I mention that suddenly our RV washer (which we haven’t even used in well over a year) is leaking all over the floor? Yep, add that project to my list!
I was up early the next morning to head over to the NHRA Museum in Pomona. Director Larry Fischer has created a new exhibit, Gallery of Speed, which is fantastic. I had been there a couple of weeks prior to record some audio and video as part of an interactive display, and this visit was to help promote the venue, live, on the KTLA morning news. It’s great when a station with that kind of viewership gives racing a priority, and I also got to hang out with Tommy Ivo, Art Chrisman, and Steve Gibbs, three icons and buddies.
Jason and I are working on a Pinewood Derby car (I don’t know all the details, but Karen Comstock gave it to Jenna to give to me to build for DRAW fundraising in Brainerd…there: that’s all I know!) and having some fun making sawdust, so I’ll keep you posted on that project. I got the lawn mowed, Jason to soccer practice the past three days, and a couple of workouts in. Once I button this up, it’s time for some more weights, some more Pinewood Derby painting, and then I’ll head to the airport and make my way to Seattle….without the RV! Yes, sometimes “uneventful” isn’t bad at all!
On a closing note, my buddy Greg Stanley won the poker tournament at the Medlen Night, and Tom Bayer won Super Gas at Sonoma. The reason I congratulate them here is also to make note that NEITHER of them stood a chance without my help: I was the first player eliminated from the tournament, clearly paving the way for Greg’s victory, and it was I who installed the starter in Tom’s Super Gas Corvette Friday. Yes, Jack still knows how to turn wrenches (though the crew looked puzzled seeing me with dirty hands and sweat on my face!)…just glad my handiwork didn’t fall off the car in the finals! Congrats, guys.
Stay tuned; be wary of mobile tire changers, Tim Wilkerson, and motorhomes…especially motorhomes!
As clever as all of my readers are (both of you!), I’m sure you guys knew that I was referring to the altitude at our latest race, just outside of Denver. The hero part, however, was very much the best part of my weekend. Denver marked the third time this season that our Valvoline team changed colors to purple and black (tough combo to beat…same as my Super Comp car!), running the Infinite Hero flagship. This race was extra special, though, as we hosted a big push for additional fundraising to benefit those who earned it, and wholeheartedly deserve it.
So big was our desire to have the entire NHRA community embrace and support our efforts, that Oakley CEO Colin Baden lead off the presentation, communicating why Oakley started this effort, provided the initial funding, and doesn’t push the brand in a way to “benefit” from positive publicity surrounding the foundation. Cool stuff, and a great guy. Also present from Oakley were Sheldon O’Connell and Paul “Torch” LeSage (he was the track welder when I first met him back in ’88…hence the nickname), who may have been most responsible for bringing the program to DSR. Infinite Hero leader Laurie Baker also gave a wonderful speech to the other racers and team owners about why it’s so important to fund this program. She again stressed that NOT ONE PENNY of funding goes towards our race car, as Don Schumacher and Terry Chandler split the financial burden to help make this happen for the soldiers.
Speaking of soldiers, the absolute stars of the presentation (and the weekend, if you ask me) were two heroes who continue to behave with dignity and courage, and set the bar very high for the rest of us.
Gary Linfoot was part of the unveiling of the Infinite Hero Dodge Charger back in Charlotte, as was his wife, Mary. Paralyzed from the waist down after his helicopter went down, Gary actually finished his Army career as an instructor in their water training facility. He’s just a cool dude, and the Exoskeleton that Infinite Hero provided to him has enabled him to walk for the first time in years. We will raise additional funds for more of these units, but Gary is the only individual possessing one. The rest will be in rehab units at various hospitals as part of their therapy programs. Gary and Mary are actually providing valuable feedback to accelerate the development and refinement of these devices, with the hope that they soon will be lighter, less cumbersome and slow, more agile, and cheaper. Perhaps one day many paralyzed people will have access, thanks in small part to what we are doing.
Because of Terry Chandler, lots of kids from Make A Wish will fulfill a dream, plus we get to help injured soldiers like Neil Duncan. On one climbing expedition, Neil had to crawl three miles, in 80-mph wind, over snow and rocks, with two prosthetic legs! I’m telling you, this guy is special!
Paratrooper Neil Duncan lost both his legs in an IED explosion, one above and one below the knee. His other injuries were grave and numerous, but he pulled through. He went and got a degree in finance, serves on the grant board of the Infinite Hero Foundation, and may be the biggest overachiever I’ve ever met. Determined to not only regain as much of his freedom back after his tragedy, but also to serve as an inspiration to other amputees (I think he’s an inspiration to all!), Sgt. Duncan set out to climb the tallest peaks on all seven continents. He’s been to the summit of Kilimanjaro, and the tales of his other exploits are the stuff of legend. This guy is just plain bad-ass, and listening to the speeches that he and Officer Linfoot gave was reinforcement for all of us.
Keeping in mind that our cause isn’t just to help those wounded in action, we hosted two family members of servicemen killed in the line of duty. In addition to Gary and Mary Linfoot and their son Hayden, as well as Sgt. Duncan, we also presented shirts to and made honorary crewmembers of Tristen, who lost his father, and Mark, whose brother was killed in action. It was heart wrenching, heartwarming, and humbling to be a part of all this.
If you plan on attending a race this year, please keep in mind that, for a $100 donation to Infinite Hero, I will personally sign a commemorative military-style “challenge” coin that I guarantee has been down the race track in my car. Or, you can make the donation online and I’ll still sign one for you. So far I have sold more than $20,000 dollars’ worth! Great cause … climb on board!
My dad attended the race, and stayed with the Stutz family once again. Ray, Darlene, Nicole, Derek, and Cassie have all been great friends since we formally met while Ray and I were both licensing in Top Fuel. Technically Ray was re-licensing, as he has driven since the 70’s. A former SoCal firefighter, Ray and family moved to Denver 10 years ago to be close to his true love…the Broncos.
Too bad Ray spent all his money on Bronco souvenirs, instead of a phone that took decent pictures! Here I’m chatting up our sport to some hardcore athletes!
Listen, I’ve seen some hardcore sports fans in my day, but Ray may take the cake. No, he does not have his butt cheeks colored blue and orange (come to think of it, I never did look. Tell me it ain’t so, Ray!), but he is as devoted as any fan I’ve ever seen. I wouldn’t be surprised if one day Peyton Manning goes out to his front porch to get the mail, and there’s Ray camped out in a sleeping bag!
Ray let me trim his hair in the 2012 Denver winner’s circle, and lately he’s been growing it out again in anticipation of a reprisal of that event. We let him down in the second round against Tim Wilkerson, as our car basically had a clutch disc come apart; slowing us down dramatically from a run that I believe was going to be low ET of the round. Bummer. Maybe I can take a shot at Ray’s head in Indy!
Ray actually got a bunch of the Broncos to come out and hang in our pit for a while. Man, do those guys look like they’re built out of kryptonite! I think Ray promised to stop stalking them for a week if they’d come watch us race!
Follow me on this one, as I encourage fans to do this each year that I see them at a race: This is a picture, of a picture, of a pic of a pic of a pic of a pic, OF A PICTURE! Yep, this dude and I have some serious history in front of the camera…and we both need another hobby! Maybe the FBI can enlarge this and count back to 2008 to authenticate our feat.
Before I go spending my hard earned cash on lowering springs, I just wanted to make sure I got it right. So, with a little help from family and friends, I closely approximated what a 2-inch drop should look like. Heck, maybe they just can stay in the bed when I drive around, though I think the mileage might suffer somewhat!
I also wanted to mention how totally cool the Thursday Mopar Block Party was in Golden, which is about 15 minutes from Bandimere. If you ever are thinking about experiencing a race outside your home area, I’d highly consider the Mile Highs. The block party is amazing, with a bitchin’ car show, and autograph session, and some great entertainment. The race is spectacular, and the facility is the most breathtaking (literally and figuratively with the thin air) on tour. I love it!
Once back home, I’ve had two days to get my workouts in, get the lawn mowed, catch up on lost time with Jason and Layla (and Jenna), wash and watch Jenna pack the RV (I wish I could watch HER wash it!), hook up the PT, and start heading up to Sonoma.
As it turned out, I had so much free time that I decided to add a couple of extra projects. First, I found a pinhole leak in the air mattress of the RV. So…I got to completely disassemble the bed, order a new mattress (thank God for lifetime warranties, but the labor part sucks!), then patch and reinstall the old one for this weekend. If it looks like I have a sore back in Sonoma, it means my patch didn’t hold.
Second, whilst I was “manhandling” the tow dolly around in the dirt and rock of the upper yard, sweating and huffing to drag it down the ramp and hook to the RV, I noticed an odd pattern in the tread. Seems the steel belts decided to separate, which would have provided some great roadside labor stories about 200 miles up the highway…and deep into the night. A call to good friend Paul Mitsos of Mountain View Tire, a trip to the local Norco location, and a mere $141 later, and I’m good to go! Ah, yes… the joy of RV’ing: the gift that keeps on giving!
I gotta wrap up for now. We’ll be on the road just as soon as our little Liberace gets done with his piano lesson tonight. In the meantime, someone needs to shave…and it ain’t Jenna! And that same someone needs to wash the RV, the PT, and little old me!
Hey, spoiler alert! This race at Sonoma will be the debut of our wicked-looking SynPower paint scheme…you’ll love it!
Stay tuned, keep your tires and your air mattress inflated to the manufacturer’s recommendation, no stalking the Broncos, and support those that gave for us!
Strike up the band, notify Satan that the cold weather is approaching, and somebody bake some cupcakes, for God’s sake! I, the king of the cheap, finally bit the bullet, threw caution to the wind, and watched the bank account take a pretty hefty hit…but it was all worth it!
Yep, Captain Saves-a- Lot bought a new vehicle! Now, if you’re poo-pooing that, thinking that I’ve done this already, three years ago (with the Flex), allow me to clarify: THAT’S JENNA’S CAR…NOT MINE! Gee, I hope you caught that subtle message I sent your way. Yes, while my wife has been cruising in style, and leather (seats that is, not apparel), I likened myself more to poor Lamont Sanford (you’d probably have to at least be in your 40’s to get that reference), tooling around in either the beat-up old Nissan mini-truck or the slightly-less-beat-up PT Cruiser, with a combined total of 411,000 miles on them! You see, I’m a low-maintenance kind of guy…until now! In the interest of full disclosure, I did purchase my Yamaha brand new in 1985, for $2800, and I also bought a 23-foot motorhome to tow my Super Comp car, brand new in 2000, and its purchase price was almost exactly the same as the MSRP on my new Ram, though I took out a second on my house to pay for it!
I know I have mentioned much of this in a recent blog, but since I’m the one typing, I suppose I’m allowed to ramble somewhat:
In the market to “upgrade” (a lobotomy would have been an upgrade over the old truck), I’d casually looked at used trucks for the past year or so, figuring to budget about 25K. Once I started getting more serious, it became obvious that the quad cab units just didn’t have enough room for the kid seats in the back…not unless I wanted to have the steering wheel in my navel! So, I would have to go the crew cab route, and that really limited the choices. I was raised a Chevy guy, Jenna really liked the Fords, but Mopar is where my heart is, due to the racing. I always felt that the Dodge pickups historically were…err…um…can I just say, “ugly” and get past it? That being said, I think they hit a home run with the latest iteration, and I don’t think the other brands even come close in exterior appearance.
Having nailed down my manufacturer, the next step was figuring out where to find a nice, used unit. Mopar track representative Dale Aldo, who’s been encouraging me each step of the way, informed me of current rebates, plus my “employee discount” qualification, and that opened up quite a few doors, pardon the pun! Turns out that a brand new unit basically would be about 5-6 grand more than a used one (there were hardly any crew cabs available, and nothing around 25 grand unless it had very few options, OR 65,000 miles). So…I headed over to the Dodge dealer and sat in a truck…and nearly cried. With my short legs and long torso the bench seat just wasn’t comfortable, and I didn’t have the budget to upgrade to the leather buckets…big roadblock (another cool pun!).
Fortunately, with the help of the local (Browning) Dodge dealer, it turns out that I could get everything I wanted (okay, I didn’t upgrade the stereo or get the nav system, but I did get what I think is the perfect truck for me) in the Big Horn model, including bucket seats. I took delivery last week, and I really dig this thing. It’s SO much bigger than the PT that it barely, and I mean barely, fits in the garage, but I made it work. I’m going to hold on to the PT to tow behind the RV, take surfing (my board fits nice with the seats folded down), and generally abuse to keep excess miles off my truck. I already have my K&N air filter kit ready to install, and I’m looking for a quality lowering kit to drop it 2” in front and 4 in the back. Also, I may add some tasteful side “nerf” bars/rocker steps so everyone else can get in without a small step stool.
While Marla, Nate, Sterling and Chris look on, Jacob is all business in his cockpit. This guy loves to get dirty, loves to feel every inch of the mechanical stuff we have around the pits, and loves to chow down in DSR hospitality! My kinda man.
While his friend Derek attempts a headlock on our young soccer protégé, Jason uses his hand to acknowledge how many sizes too big his shirt is!
These fans obviously watched the ESPN special on my garage project (cleverly disguised as the “Houston race coverage”), and brought me the perfect finishing touch!
Norwalk was a decent weekend for us. We went three rounds, pulled back into the top 10, and spent time with a wonderful young man. Many of you will remember Jacob Delling, who twice has hung out with my team at the races, the last time being when we won the Traxxas Shootout last year in Indy. Jacob also has been interviewed on the ESPN2 show, and he’s a die-hard Mopar dude. In fact, Jacob is so “normal” in every sense that I tend to forget that he can’t see…at least not with his eyes. Blind since he was four due to retinal cancer, Jacob doesn’t bitch or complain (except when he’s hungry); he just hangs out and keeps us all on our toes.
I must give high praise to Phil Shuler, Khalid al Balooshi, and the entire Al-Anabi group for taking care of all Jacob’s travel and accommodations…they just love my buddy! Jacob rode with me to the track Sunday morning, and we just chatted about whatever we felt like. Like Phil says, it’s impossible to have a bad day when Jacob is around!
Unfortunately, no one told Rahn and Ron, and the NAPA group ended our day in the semis. Talk about a group of “buzz-kills”!
Jason really has wanted to try soccer this year, so Jenna signed him up. Being as that he’s not necessarily the most athletic kid around (I don’t think being good at Minecraft qualifies), and he’s also a bit on the lazy side (hmm…wonder where that came from?), we thought soccer might be too much for him. But, we want to throw every experience we can his way to help him find his passions, so we also took him to a week-long, 3-hour-a-day soccer “camp”, hosted by chaps from the UK (yet another clever pun!). I must say (that sounded very British, didn’t it?), I was completely impressed by every aspect of this kid’s program, from the coaches to the curriculum. I thought it was so beneficial that we’ll sign him up for yet another at the end of this month. Money well spent, great training and exercise, and Jason loved it.
As far as my garage project, really the only things left are paint and concrete for the driveway. I was going to hold off on painting until after we made a mess with the concrete, but getting Sully’s tractor over here (he’s so busy right now, with operators and heavy equipment in high demand on projects all around) has been more difficult than either one of us thought. We were planning to have the grading done in May, but it now realistically (considering how many weeks I’ve been on the road and will continue to be) looks like September. With that in mind, I didn’t want to leave the eave wood unpainted throughout the summer, fearing it could split and cause me much mental anguish and suffering. So…we had our trusty painters come out and spray it on…and I now have a garage that truly matches the house. When time permits I can now hang the shutters, and it’ll just look that much cooler.
I suppose I should mention that we just got back from three days in San Diego, which I believe is Spanish for, “a Whale’s something” (if you never saw Anchorman, this would make no sense to you). Layla turned three on Saturday, and Jenna wanted to book us two days in the Disneyland hotel, complete with two days at Disneyland. I politely said, “Hell, no”, so I had no choice when she came up with plan B: Three days in a campground, plus trips to Sea World AND the Wild Animal Safari Park. I really was hoping for another option, maybe one that included parking overnight at Newport Beach and having the family watch me surf for two days, but I dared not make a sound after crushing the Disneyland fantasy for everyone!
So, the four of us and Cindy packed up and headed south…
My little guy and I…these moments are the greatest. The other great thing is, with this lighting, no one can tell how pale I really am!
Turns out we DID get to spend some time in the Pacific, as Saturday we packed everyone to the local beach, got wet (and sandy), and even borrowed a kid’s boogie board so I could tow Jason around and push him into some waves (not in an abusive way!). For a kid that swims like an injured dog when we’re at Grandma’s pool, Jason wasn’t too bad in the ocean. The waves were very small, I never let him more than 10 feet from me, and I held him nearly all the time…but he did well!
Layla, who wouldn’t even walk in the sand for the first few minutes, and was having NOTHING to do with that cold water, eventually got wet up to her waist and had a grand old time; splashing, running, kicking and laughing until it was time to go.
Saturday night we opened presents in the RV, and then opened each individual little pony, outfit, toy, etc. so our little princess could experience them all before bedtime.
Sunday it was off to see the Wild Animal Park, and we must’ve walked 3-4 miles up and down hills, pushing the stroller, carrying kids on the shoulders, and generally getting worn out. Still, a nice experience, and some good memories with the family. That night we made some S’mores on the fire, drank wine, and sung show tunes until three in the morning. Okay, we did one and a half of those!
Monday it was time for Sea World. Jenna scheduled this on a Monday so we could, A: save some admission money off the weekend price….check! , and B: avoid a hefty Sunday crowd…not so much!
Layla got to feed the sea lions, Jason and Jenna got to touch a dolphin, Cindy made the mistake of promising the kids souvenirs, and I got to pay $46 for lunch (I won’t even go into the 40 gallons of diesel fuel at 4-plus bucks a gallon. Oops, I guess I just did!). But, hey, I just chalk this up as “priceless” on the family-fun meter!
Once we got home, it was time to UNLOAD…EVERYTHING! Next week Jenna gets to repack for our Sonoma trip…and that ain’t easy. If I’m allowed to make a birthday suggestion next year, I may throw in, “a day at the local park” or, “a local matinee on dollar day”…you get the idea!
Anyway, it’s nearing midnight. I guess I didn’t mention that by the time we got finished, got in a work-out, got the lawn mowed, got Jason cleaned up and to bed, and ate dinner…it just kind of made the time fly.
I have to fly into Denver early to do media work for NHRA, so I’ll be heading out at 4:15am tomorrow to my most frequent destination: Ontario Airport! And, no, I won’t be taking the new Ram pickup…the PT can sit and get dirty in the parking lot…the truck stays in the garage!
Stay tuned…yes, it’s a HEMI!...yes, “them’s twenties”…and no, you can’t drive it!
I’ll make this short and sweet. All I wanted for this birthday was a Wally. That’s it. Nothing more. Sure, world peace would be nice, and of course health and prosperity for all, and for my family to always be happy and secure. I just don’t want to seem greedy, so the trophy would have sufficed this year, thank you very much!
Seems that memo didn’t get over to Matt Hagan and the Mopar team, who cleaned our clocks first round (at least they went on to win the race… congrats, guys!)
Chicago marked the first race out for us after some changes in personnel. Chris Cunningham, formerly of Bob Tasca’s car, is now sitting in the second chair up in the front of the trailer. Terry Snyder is now over at Tasca’s (though still a member of DSR) as another set of eyes and ears to help straighten out that car.
Chicago also marked the third straight event where we didn’t get past first round, so I think we’re overdue for some racing fortune. We’ll see how the changes all shake out, and I shall endeavor to remain focused, optimistic, and motivated to give my best effort.
How come I look old enough to be Richard’s dad? God, I remember when we were 9 years old and wondering where life was going to take us!
Though Epping was a frustrating race, I did get to spend some time with my dad, who came out with his lady, Teri, and her daughter, Carol. Also, my buddy Richard Schwartz, who was a classmate from fourth grade through high school, came to witness his first drag race ever. Richard and I did all the crazy teenage stuff, including running around town in my El Camino back in the early ’80s… man has time flown!
Richard has a PhD in mathematics and is a tenured professor at Brown University in Rhode Island. I must have taken a wrong turn in 10th grade, as all I got was a GED, but I wouldn’t trade my vocation in chemistry (as in, “CH3NO2”) for anything!
The Blackbird trailer sold to the second person who came to see it, so now we’ve freed up more space in the yard, and I’ll be thinning my material possessions even further in the coming weeks. There’s a whole lot of nice racing inventory of new and used parts that I emptied from the trailer, I just have to get a list and start selling it.
I also bid a tearful farewell to the old, trusty Nissan. Yes, thirteen years and one hundred and fifty thousand miles (it had over 100K on it when I purchased it), and it was time to cut the purse strings and let it go free… literally. My buddy Jerry Sanchez (the one who basically built my garage while I handed him tools and complained about the heat) really wanted it, and boy did he get it! I told him not to call me next week when he’s broken down on the side of the road… not my fault.
Sorry for the quick entry, but I’m off to Norwalk to pick up my belated birthday present!
Stay tuned, happy birthday to me, PhDs are impressive, and so is my team!
PS: Happy Birthday to a country that, although its government could stand a long look in the mirror at times, really is the greatest country in the history of this planet. Though I’m tired of the political rhetoric and pandering, consider me a proud American!