Below is a story sent to me by friends of ours who race cars. Racing is their second biggest passion, in line behind only one other thing: their love for each another. They recently took a trip to Pennsylvania to race one of their Honda Civics. In what one might think of as an unlikely place, romance transpired:
“When we went there Friday night to set up, we pulled the car out and set up the canopy before dark. Maurice was working on the car while I set up the trailer for sleeping quarters. I took the air mattress out of the box, even though we had opened it at home in order to charge the pump, and noticed that it looked small. I looked at the box and noticed it was Twin size!!!! I asked Maurice where he thought he was going to sleep and said with me. Well we thought about just sleeping in the back seat of the truck since the seat folds down but we figured one of us would fall out of the door when we had to get up in the middle of the night. So we set it up and thank goodness for both of us loosing weight, some how we managed, even though the covers got pulled back and forth.
Of course at 5:15 our body clocks said we had to get up to use the bathroom. We got up and the fog was so thick we couldn’t even see the race car five feet away. I told him I was not going to walk down the roadway to the port-a-john and take a chance of getting hurt, so he watered the top of the tire while I did the bottom of it. Hey, I was a Girl Scout.
Saturday the weather was much nicer and since they had a low turnout, there was only pizza and salad for dinner. Maurice and I went to our favorite little Italian Restaurant down the road and had a quiet dinner. Then we drove to Cranberry, PA about 20 miles away and went to Wal-Mart for a second air mattress.
We came back to the track and took our showers and then joined some friends for a glass of wine and conversation. We went back over to our area and Maurice did some research to help a fellow competitor out with his car on Sunday while I read and we listened to Country & Western music. It was just getting dusk and the full moon was on one side and the sunset on the other of the track when Allen Jackson’s “I Remember When” came on the radio. We both dropped our books and started dancing right there next to the race cars and trailer. A few folks stopped by but they were polite enough not to interrupt, and when we were done with our dance, there was applause!!!
Needless to say the weekend at BeaveRun will be one that we remember for a long time.”