Some Wield The Spade, Some Sell Hot Dogs

Gadzooks! What a night at the old track, which we’re thankful it stayed dry this night. In the 1/2/3 we had Dizzy, Willis, and Crawfy (attorneys at law) participating in the action. The boys worked hard and from finish line hazevision we think Crawfy landed a top 14.2th place. Results unofficial. Nice work, lads!

In the 4/5 Herr Weber went after his first month’s series and helped his cause by taking 2nd in his race. Looks good for the overall!

In the 3/4 it was mayhem with Dave, Q, Monnig, Hudson, and Harwood. Monnigasaurus Maximus Rex was off like a shot in lap one with Jesse (Lulays) and Mitch (PV) to a loud chorus of boos. I haven’t heard boos like that since Ashley Simpson at the Super Bowl. The trio stayed away for a few laps, before being pulled back. Ironclad threw a few solo feelers (and eluders) off the front. A hot spot, a counter. All at once 5 or 6 roll away followed by dribs and drabs to finally numbering 12  and hoisting  a fat ass sail and booking straight outta Compton. Monnigasaurus smelled it, and went along for shits and giggles. The rest of the lads set up shop in back, readying their wiener carts for what looked to be a long night of sales as most with numbers had someone up ahead. Some wield the spade, some bide time selling hot dogs. The rest of us sold quite a few dogs after that. The break rolled up the road and  the orders came rolling in. Looks like dudes weren’t  into anything  fancy, a lot of straight up ketchup, mustard, onion kinda guys. Ahead Monnig snared a few points, behind there was filing nails, paying bills, and catching up on sleep. It was one of those things, you know? Sorta like Limp Bizkit completely sucked, but Wes Borland completely ruled. Same group, split in two under two completely different operating systems. Paradox. Anyhow, no one got hurt.

See you Saturday.