Sunday, May 31, 2009

As long as you've got peanuts and Marlboros, it's a party.

Last month, we took of my sons to a motocross event in Daytona Beach at the Speedway. It wasn't just any motocross, but the mother of them all - Supercross.

As I was sitting on the ground (no chair, of course, them are for the rich folks), I realized the view from the pavement pretty much summed it all up.

For starters, anytime you go to the Speedway, you know it's time to bring out your best purple fuzzy slippers. Keep the ratty Hello Kitty ones at home - after all, it's Saturday night!
And then you got yur bag o' peanuts there and yur Marlboros. Why isn't there any beer you ask? Duh, what do you think they make beer helmets for?