Friday, August 19, 2011

Turn Left; Go Straight No more!

Until now the only real car race I've ever seen had been Nascar. Boy was I missing out.


Our first week living in Jackson, the Teton County Fair was in town. Wes can't ride any fair rides because he gets sick so we stayed away from it at first. But then I got a craving for funnel cake. So on the last night of the fair, Wes and I rode our bikes down to it.


When we got there we saw a long line waiting to get into the rodeo arena. On the sign outside was an advertisement for the figure 8 race. Neither one of us knew what that was, but we saw a bunch of dumpy cars lined up to go into the arena so we figured it was a type of demolition derby. We were definitely up for some good ole' western redneck fun.


A figure 8 race is so much better than a demolition derby. In a demolition derby, it's just a chaos of cars running into each other to see who's the last one standing. In a figure 8 race, there are rules and regulations, but because the race track is in the shape of an 8 (hence the name) you get the highlight of crashes. Think about it...the best part of Nascar is the possibility of a crash. 


Gentlemen (and ladies) start your engines-

First let's go over the rules:
1)The Car: any small, front wheel drive 4-cylinder with wheelbase 104" or smaller is accepted. No Turbo engines, pick-ups of 4X4's. Welding is allowed on the driver's door only; welding anywhere else is immediate disqualification. Cars must be stock- no "strippers'. All chrome, fiberglass, die cast metals and glass must be completely removed and vacuumed out of inside of doors, passenger compartment and trunk. Driver's door must remain securely fastened at all times. Car must contain original, factory made, functioning lap and shoulder belt. NOTE: Seat belt grab or slack-adjusting ratchet MUST be removed or secured/blocked to prevent over tensioning of belt upon rear impact. All airbags Must be disconnected or removed. Bumpers must be original. No push bumpers. Cars must have numbers place on each side of car (at least 10" high), on the top and the deck lid. All four tires must be the same size and be at factory recommended air pressure. No antifreeze or additives – water only. Driver’s window net is mandatory. No holes are to be cut in roof – factory sunroofs only. Driver’s door must be fluorescent orange or green and the rest of the car must be a different color.

2)The winner is determined by the first car to cross the finish line after a pre-determined number of laps. Therefore, cars must remain in a forward motion EXCEPT if a bottleneck occurs at a corner. Reverse will be allowed to clear the corner only. Deliberate contact while in reverse will result in a disqualification.
3) Drivers must remain alert to signals by the Field Judges. A black flag is sign of Disqualification. A red flag is an Emergency Stop sign and All drivers Must stop until signaled to continue. A green flag indicates it is okay to go. A yellow flag means to slow down and no position changes.
4) You can get disqualified for the following: Leaking gas, hung-up on a berm, reckless driving, leaving the Figure “8”, sitting dead on the course, fire, and intentionally leaving the Figure “8” pattern so as to intentionally hit another car.
5)If a car is pushed into the berm, the race will be stopped and the car will go to the rear of the pack and the race will be restarted. Cars will be aligned bumper to bumper. A car will be eliminated after being pushed into the berm three times.
6)Drivers will complete 15 laps in the first races; drivers will complete 20 laps in the Winner’s Heat. 
Basically, you get the cheapest factory made car you can find and take everything out of it except the front seat and seat belt, weld the drivers side door shut, put up a net and you're good to drive as fast as you can in the shape of a 8 and hope your car still moves to get you through to the finals. You don't have to win the pre-lims cause they take the top three in each heat to finals. If you win the finals you get a whopping $13,000. (I'd take it)
Now off to the races...

 The first heats were the best because the cars came out fresh and not smashed in. Wes and I kept trying to pick the cars that we thought would win. They had eight heats before they went into the pre-lims then they had the final. Out of all 15 races that were held, neither one of us chose the correct winner even once.


By the 9th and 10 heats, the cars were pretty beat up and it was not uncommon to see the other cars giving some a nice, helpful push around corners to make the race go faster.

 To help with the dust factor, a water truck comes out and wets the track every seven-or-so races which helps entertain the crowd with lots of spin outs.
 The key player in this whole event was the backhoe driver. If the car becomes so stuck that even your pit crew can't push you out or if your car dies, this man steps into action to help you out. He was a very busy man all night. Although, most of the time if the driver was patient enough, someone would eventually loose control and ram into the back of you which in time would knock you loose and get you back in the race. This happened more often than not. 


The most entertaining car was the one that would never die. There was one that, I kid you not, was at one point running on rims and still found a way around the track each lap. Just when you thought he was down and out and stuck in the dirt, someone would loose control and ram him to put him back in the game. He somehow made it into the second round of the finals only to have his drivers door get hit and then it wouldn't stay closed, which disqualified him on the spot. As he drove out of the arena, holding his door shut by his arm, he got a standing ovation and round of applause. He was the crowd favorite for sure.


I think the beaters were the crowd favorites because you were always surprised at what they could accomplish. The cars that looked the best seemed to be the most dissappointing. Especially this car. He came out revving his engine, peeling out, with a brand new paint job, sponsors pasted all over and even a cross bar centered on his hood indicating he meant business, but he only made it through three races before he was down and out. Then you have these guys who have a custom paint jobs made from spray paint, no sponsors and barely a functioning car that fought for every inch they could get. It was insane.

 But their time too must come to an end. In a town completely centered are the green way of living, they sure did make a lot of scrap metal in the blink of an eye. And so it went: Step-By-Step, One-By-One, they all fall down like toy soldiers.


 The highlight of the night was definitely when one of the cars finally caught fire. I've never seen so many drunk people stand up (in unison) so fast. The race patrol jumped on that fire like white on rice before I could even get a clear, good picture. Still, from the smoke and people you can see what happened. And as fast as the fire began, it was out and the race was back on. Don't worry, no one was hurt.


So next year when you're sitting around hungover after July 4th and wondering what else you can accomplish before summer ends, remember that every year at the end of July in Jackson, WY. the fair comes to town and with it brings the chaos, thrill, and Western Redneck drunkenness of figure 8 racing. For just $50, you could even enter to try your luck at surviving the mayhem.
Just think that could be you one day. You never know? After all-


If it's gonna happen sometime...
    Then why not now?


Oh and I never did get my funnel cake fix...something else to look forward to enjoying next year!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Goin' to Jackson

"I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around, Yeah I'm goin' to Jackson, Look out Jackson town."



I know this isn't the Jackson that Johnny and June were talking about, but we're out here anyway so Jackson better watch out.

We left our house in Tennesee at 7am on July 18th and didn't rest til 1am when we made it to Colby, KS (Mapquest: 14 Hr. 38 Min. 936.66 Miles). We did have a quick pit stop in St. Charles, Mo. to grab lunch with Brian and Terry Schreiber. After a 6-hour-nights sleep, we were at it again. This time stopping at our buddies  John and Jessica Mortons' place in Carbondale, Co. We made it by 8pm (Mapquest: 6 Hr. 21 Min. 401.11 Miles). After a great dinner, a false pregnancy scare from the stress of the haul, and 7 1/2-hour-nights sleep, we met John for breakfast and were on our way to Jackson. We arrived around 8pm on July 20th (Mapquest: 8 Hr. 41 Min. 477.55 miles).

Keep in mind that we only traveled at a average speed of 60 mph. Because my car (Volvo XC90) was towing Wes' car (Landrover Defender90).

Our New Home for the next 18 months:









Then the hall way takes you to the guest bath on the right, my sewing/craft room on the left, and straight forward to the guest bed where all the people who love me will stay when they visit. (Pressure & guilt trip intentionally intended!)





Then in the far corner of the house is our Master Bedroom and Master Bathroom. Our home very much reminds me of our home in Nashville before we did any renovations on it. (Funny how we get our house to be perfect for us, then we move across the country.)


The backyard, like our Nashville home, is amazing. It's nice to finally have a fenced in yard for the pups to play in and you definitely can't beat the view of Snow King Mountain. We're ready for bon fires and grilling for sure. We just need to make sure to get it in before winter hits.
















We have a view of the Tetons from our front yard and and view of Snow King from the back. Everything we need in town is within walking distance or a short bike ride. This town is amazing. The only downfall is that Wes is here to work and not play with me. That's where you come in. Start planning your visits now because there's lots to do; it's just not so much fun to do alone.


So what are you waiting for? You've got free room and board waiting for you here with us. No more excuses- Pay us a visit since as I'm sure you know by now...


If it's gonna happen sometime...
     Then why not now?

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Last HOORAHS


We are moving. If you don’t know this already, then this is definitely your first time tuning in to me. Beginning July 17th Wes and I are becoming Wyomingites!

Including this week, we have been cramming everything in the last three weeks. We found a home...

I traded in my beloved but completely unpractical convertible for an AWD Crossover that's more realistic for a place that only has a three month summer...
My brother and sister-in-law (Wes' brother) came for a quick visit knowing that we were running out of time to see them...
We took in two shows last week...

Steve Miller Band 


& U2

But definitely the best part of this crazy fast move was this past weekend. First you need a little of the back story. Our good friend Patrick turned 30 this year. He made it his mission that night to drink 1 of each of the beers that our favorite bar has on draft. He did well making it almost half way. Keep in mind he was also doing many, many, many birthday shots. 


So it has been penciled in that before we leave, Wes and Patrick, together, will once again attempt to tackle half the draft list at Brewhouse 100. 
This weekend was perfect for this event because of the four day weekend and the fact that Brewhouse has a drink special every Sunday that includes 2-4-1 drafts. So on Sunday around 4-ish, Amanda and I (along with her neighbor Maggie) dropped the boys at the bar while we got pedicures.

By the time our toesies were finished (about 5:15), Patrick was already 6 deep and Wes was 4.






By 6:00, there was a definite need for food.

By 7:00, Wes allowed Amanda to draw on his 1st tattoo and another 10-15 min. later tattoo 2 and 3 were added.
By 9:45, Wes' beer drinking ability has halted after impressively slamming his 13th beer.

9:50- Wes is having a starring contest with beer #14 and yelling "I'm only 150lbs. to anyone giving him a hard time about not finishing it".

By 10:00, I'm begining to prep Wes for leaving. At 10:45, after many failed attempts to rally, we strap ourselves in the car, only to go back into the bar because Wes has to pee.

We finally hit the road around 11:00, where Wes makes a very impressive call to his step dad and surprisingly sounds somewhat sober.

Around 11:10 I get a great idea to start recording Wes.

Now, for those of you who have not been lucky enough to be around drunk Wes...I feel sorry for you. Sober Wes is amazing, but drunk Wes is absolutely hilarious. He doesn't come out much, in-fact the older we get, the more rare of an occasion it is. Wes was in prime form this night. Keep in mind that this was taped in the car so the picture is not good so just turn up the volume and enjoy...



We are getting older and more and more our friends and family are becoming or trying to become part of the preggars community, so drunk Wes sightings are becoming that of legend, but you never know because after all...


It's gonna happen sometime...
     Then why not now?