Another on-the-go weekend! I left Grant at 2:30am on Saturday morning to make the 3 hour trip to the Atlanta airport for my 8am flight. After the ordeal of trying to park a big honkin’ dually in cramped and compact ATL econo-parking, I rushed through security and to my gate without incident (I love internet check-in!). Brad and Debbie picked me up at the Richmond Airport and away to the track we went!
Its definitely hard to be at a racetrack as a spectator and without my car. It feels like an eternity since I’ve been in the seat, and I know that I’m not the only one growing impatient on my 2007 debut. Frustration doesn’t begin to describe it. But, I was determined to make it a good weekend, and decided instead to make good fun of it and tally how often I was asked the big question: “So when will your car be done, Erica?” (For those keeping track, it was 14).
I also had the opportunity to spend the day with PNN Network creator, Lauren Elliot. Debbie and I invited Lauren to experience a FFW race first hand with us. PNN has some great ideas and visions that we are excited to be taking part of in the near future. Look for more on that coming VERY soon!
Sunday afternoon, KM Motorsports crew members Joe & Clay were kind enough to give me a ride to the airport so that Debbie and Brad could get a jump on their long trip back to Jacksonville, FL. If you’ve ever been in a rental car with a bunch of racers, you’ll know that it could be a scary, scary experience. (Note: ALWAYS get the full coverage insurance) They were on their best behavior,however, and kept me quite entertained until it was time for me to check in. What a great time!
The plane ride back was a little interesting… after being delayed at the gate for 30 minutes due to a ground stop by the traffic-jammed ATL airport, we finally take our spot on the runway. The pilot then comes over the air to inform us that the Air Traffic Controllers are really confused and have given them two different take-off times. That’s always reassuring. We’re delayed another 15-20 minutes while they figure it out.
So, I end up landing in Atlanta around 10pm. To make matters worse, I think I ate a bad sandwich at the airport, because I think I have food poisoning today. BLAH
FLASHBACK: My first drag racing experience