Saturday, June 25 dawned grey and rainy, and got worse from there. Josh was refusing to fold his laundry, a ten minute task that he turned into 2.5 hour ordeal. One that caused him to miss the birth of a foal in our barn, I might add. (what a cute little baby THAT one is. I’ll try and get a shot of her for you. She’s the tiniest little thing. Her hoofprints are about the size of a quarter. Josh has already named her “Pepsi”)
Anyway, later in the day, after a whopper load of yardwork, I excused myself to run to the store. While in town, my phone rang. It was the rep from our town’s race track, informing me that Josh’s name had been drawn, and he was invited to come to the track to represent the Kids Fan Club by presenting a trophy to a driver.
Suddenly, the day was looking up. I drove home, told Steve what was up, and we told Josh that he’d won a prize, but that’s ALL we told him. Didn’t tell him where we were going, only that we had to leave now, and he had to wear jeans and a long sleeved shirt.
Off we went. Josh had no idea we were doing this, it happened so quickly, and he never knew that I filled out the form for the drawing. So we drove through town, and he’s looking around, “Look! There are cars in front of us, going to the race!” as I turned in behind two trucks pulling racers. We followed them all the way into the Fairgrounds before he realized that maybe we were going to the races, too. And suddenly, he was beside himself. Literally shaking with excitement. He’s been begging to go to the races since he first learned that the track was there, a couple years ago, but we kept saying no, because before this, he just seemed too little. Earplugs wouldn’t fit in his little ears!
Well, we got there, checked in, and Josh got his Prize Bag, which included a McDonald’s Hat, a McD’s bag, a lanyard (also McD’s), and a coupon for a free burger. But the highlight of the evening was the races. We watched the opening heats…
And after they finished, Josh and I got to go across to the pavilion to watch the Features – the actual races of the evening. There were five. And at the end of each race, Josh waved his own Checkered Flag out the side of the pavilion… just in case the drivers didn’t see the Official Flag Dude (I think that’s the correct title).
One of the drivers just turned 15! He started racing last year, at age 13. His grandfather is a legend at our local track.
By the end of the night, we were covered in dirt, a little dizzy from spinning around, and Josh was making plans to go racing again as soon as possible. Next time, I’m bringing my noise-cancelling headphones!!