(Bunch of stuff deleted.  Don't ask!)

..There is Mr. Derek Bell with wife and child.  OK, so he's in his mid sixties.  Real good reason to be a race driver if you ask me.
 
 

Our mission to the pits  was purely research oriented.  Nomex was everywhere.  Somehow I don't htink those spikes are SFI rated.

This is from Dougie's camera.  Notice how the bottom of the lens is all fogged up.  He'll have some 'splainin' to do....
 

We caught up with John Timmins and stole his last two beers.  That precipitated a trip to the store to get some Tasty Schaefs. Only took us about an hour and a half.  Never seen him so glad to see us!

Dinner.  Mark Weining sells soul, receives a large margherita.  Not much of a negotiator.  He'll learn.  Jack Belles laughs at the Dark Prince.  "Hell and eternal damnation?!?! not for a whole gallon of Jack and a biker chick to go with it!  Now throw in a Harley and we might have something to talk about"

Here's the whole clan.  An even dozen at dinner at the Mexican place next to the track.  Nurple and Jack (Belles) ran back and forth to the bar for us all getting Happy Hour priced Margheritas.  Wasn't that dang nice of them?  Shiney took over the roll of Brubaker as the SaladMiester.  "Yes, I'd like the Mexican Caesar salad please, only no blue cheese, no croutons, and dressing on the side."  Waste of nine bucks if you ask me!