(Ash) Well, now that 'Dega has come and gone, I am lost. I got home tonight and wondered around my house trying to remeber what I was going to do about something...... Oh, sleep may be a good suggestion at this point but not until this Girl GONE Racin' (and came back) puts a cap on the Talladega experience. I have never seen, ok well, since April, traffic on I-20 at 6:15 a.m. This morning I just had pity on the truckers and any other unsuspecting motorist that happened to be headed west from that point until maybe 2:00pm. Of course by then THE race would have started and everyone would be "hollaring" at the track.
As I was sitting in the Media line to go to my "pink" space in the gravel, I was shocked out of my daydream by a roaring, really loud noise, above my car. I looked up through the sun roof and at tree top level there was a small private jet descending into the "mini port" at the track. Well, that was only the first of several-- I could almost see the people on the plane-- I am almost sure on of them was TONY the TIGER waving at me!
On that note, back at home my neighbor's husband works for the FAA and she told me they issued more citations to those "private pilots" this weekend than they were able to keep up with. Scarry--- but, the airport (and I use the term losely) is no more that what most large airports refer to as a hangar: A big metal building.
But that was just some of my entertainment while sitting, waiting, this time anyway-- There was more waiting, of course, you would think that someone would walk along the lines selling things like FOOD while we sat-- at 6 something in the moring. Several times I considered offering (you can do a lot with a hat or shirt, remember) whatever, anything I still had in the back, for some of whatever someone was cooking and I was inhaling. I kid you not, this village and expanded again since Saturday afternoon. Now, believe it or not, there were still people dancing around in the re-directed traffic with tickets to sell. Now, if they could have put two and two or something together they would have walked a half of a mile and been right smack in the middle of people holding hand written signs for "NEED TICKET." Now do you not see marketing potential there?
Onto Speedway Boulevard now; another mecca of people, cars, bikes, trash barrels, port-a-john cleaning trucks, and various other servies and personnel driving around on golf carts. After I parked I tried to figure out where I was (so I could find my car later) and then headed toward the Media Center. How about that, I got there in time to actually use the space that had been designated for me-- watch out BIG news guy that only comesin to mull around, eat bad food, and "be seen."

NOTE: Please help me with turing in info for your tracks if it is not already being done.