Tonight was the fortieth anniversary event at Dixie Speedway. Brian, a buddy of mine, was going with me to enjoy a grand night of racing. I am not really much into sports, apart from Wimbledon, some boxing, and stock car racing, but I am fortunate enough to live in the same town as a great little dirt track speedway. It is a great track. An evening there is a lot of fun, and very affordable. It was only $15 to get in, and with a Coca Cola bottle top, they were giving a $2 discount.
Alas, it was not meant to be. Before the actual races themselves began, a warning sprinkle was followed by a deluge. The announcer did a brave job trying to convince people and most of all himself that it was only a passing shower, but to no avail. There were some amazing sights to be seen as people struggled to find shelter ... I had never ever before seen a row of Porta-Potties with each one crammed full with four or more people.
We headed home, drenched. Brian commented that we looked like a couple of wet rats. With his cell phone he took pics of both of us for the record, and I post them here.
For the record, my shirt -- on the left -- is a relatively light blue when it is dry. Here it is soaked. I believe the expression on Brian's face -- on the right -- may be because he was soaked too, and I had the a/c on full blast to try to dry us out. It is, I believe, a pre-frostbite grimmace.
