Scott and I made a trip to Talladega Super Speedway today. It only took about two hours to get to Talladega but the drive to the track was long and slow. We tried to keep track of all of the license plates we saw, and Scott got some looks and honks because of his Alaska plate. We saw Rhode Island, California, Texas, Colorado, and New York to name a few. Scott's friend told us that 126,000 people were in attendance today. There were a few awesome wrecks, and the crowd went wild went Gordan crashed in the 6th lap. In Bama, people hate Gordan but worship Dale Jr. When we took out Flat Stanley to take some photos for Baxter, a guy behind me yelled, "Hey! It's Flat Stanley!" I was surprised that people knew what he was. I think Baxter is getting some pretty cool pics of Stanley. Scott and I are back at my house now, and we're covered in grit from head to toe. Disgusting. But not as disgusting as watching Gracie poop in front of me onto the bathroom floor about five minutes ago. I think she was upset that she wasn't invited to the race. Go Junior!
(If you would like to see an awesome PG-13 picture from the race, let me know. It has something to do with the Busch brothers...use your imagination.)