Sunday Musings…

Lots to write about…

My Exam went well. The questions were what I expected, but I was instructed to answer four, not the typical three. I typed for three hours straight (time allotted). I’m not 100% happy with my responses, but I can fill in any holes at my defense, which will be on Thursday or Friday. I’m 99.9% I passed, though. But anything can happen.

It feels weird to be finished, and I’m not sure what I want to do next. I’m thinking about getting an MFA, but I have to talk to some folks about that to see if it makes sense.

Yesterday, Chad, Dad, and I headed to Dover, DE for my ride-along (won at the URC Banquet in December). After signing in, guests, drivers, and riders were piled into vans and driven around the track for a tour. Everything was a lot smaller than it looks on tv. We then headed to the pit area, where they had about 10 former Nascar cars for the rider & drivers.

The only safety equipment we were given was a helmet — basic, no visor. That made me a little nervous. Yes, I realize that I’d only be in the car for four laps, but anything can happen. I was assigned to my boy Kasey Kahne’s (no, I didn’t request it) former car. I got in, and one of the officials helped me get strapped in. Here’s where I really started to get nervous.

The official, who reminded me of Uncle Rico from Napoleon Dynamite, DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO STRAP ME IN. Seriously. He fiddled around with it, and another official kept coming over to correct him. Not good.

Then, my driver arrived. Now, this is going to sound mean, but…he wasn’t what I expected. None of the instructors were, really. They didn’t seem like “real” race car drivers. Not that I’m sure what that means. Certainly, none of them were cute. (I’m a sucker for a man in a firesuit). Anyway…

My driver was….a bit older than I expected. He needed help getting his left leg in the car. His hands were shaking as he buckled in. I don’t know if it was a joke, or real. But it made me nervous. What if he had a heart attack when we were on the track? Anyway, he was very nice and said that he wasn’t out to scare people like some other drivers, and if I got nervous to tap him on the shoulder, and he’d slow down. The max we’d do was about 120mph, which didn’t sound that bad.

When we pulled out onto the track, I was terrified. The turns are banked 24 degrees, and it was just…weird. Too fast, for sure. So I tapped him on the shoulder, and he slowed down. After about a 1/2 lap, I got used to it, and motioned for him to speed up again. It was scary but a blast at the same time. I wish we could have stayed out there longer.

On the way home, I asked Dad if I could use his car for Billy Pauch’s driving school. He said no — he’d tried it once, and even he was afraid of being in a sprint car. Chad laughed. I wish I would have tried driving when I was younger, but I doubt my dad would let me. Chad would divorce me for sure, if I decided I wanted to be a driver. Stupid boys.

I should mow my lawn today, but I don’t feel like getting the mower out, getting gas for it, etc. Instead, I’m going to grade research papers. I give finals on Monday and Tuesday, and then I’m off until June 24th.

We’re going to my favorite Thai restaurant for dinner tonight. Then we’re going to see the Kids in the Hall. Should be fun…

Advertisements

About JessieB

Just a 30-something girl trying to figure it all out. I write about weight loss, books, motherhood, life, and whatever is on my mind.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to Sunday Musings…

  1. Andi says:

    Ooh, what fun! I’d love to feel that speed, but I think the driver would’ve freaked me out too (not to mention Uncle Rico).

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s