T minus 7 hours and counting till Lynn and I depart for a Gordon-style jaunt to Port Orange. I tell ya, that 1.5 hour ride is as arduous as they get. Rolling up Useless one, fighting all the people wanting to hand us gatorade, the ear-deafening roar of tens of thousands clapping, and such. When we finally arrive at the Meyer's abode, Jennifer and Lynn are watching the kids while Ryan and I puff our chests out while we do the king of the hill beer drinking at the end of the driveway Yeah, right!

Can ya tell I might as well not go into work today?

Blowing gravel off rural roads