My day began at 4:30 yesterday morning when I drove out to the Bonneville Speedway on the Bonneville Salt Flats to see my dad race. Yes, you read right—the same dad who raced in the same car in the fall of 2008 that caught fire and nearly took his life! (He doesn’t remember telling me that he promised not to race again. Hmmm…)
It was dark when I left, and since it was too early to make phone calls (I think multi-tasking is a good use of my time!), I put in a CD, turned up the volume and sang out loud for nearly two hours—the distance to the salt flats. I haven’t done that in years, and it felt so liberating!
I arrived to find my dad and three of my brothers and two nephews, along with a crew of a half a dozen or so, getting the car ready. The air was brisk and the energy high. It was a perfect day for racing! Dad called me on my way and asked me to bring good luck. I told him I’d do better than that and bring lots of hugs and kisses.
Long story short, I got to visit with family and meet several of my dad’s racing friends, and Dad broke his record from two years ago at 332.2 miles an hour. It was a smooth run, and while I could tell that Dad was a little nervous (and who wouldn’t be?), it was obvious he was in his element and having a great time.
I couldn’t stay as long as I’d have liked, because Sterling and I had invited Stampin’ Up! board members and their spouses over for a barbeque last night, but it was a wonderful way to spend the better part of a day—visiting with friends and family, listening to the sound of engines roaring, and singing loudly to uplifting music. (I did, by the way, end up making those phone calls, just on the way home.)