We woke up at the crack of dawn (haha, if you’ve read this blog for awhile, you know that means about 7:30 in salsaland), grabbed our lawn chairs and raced to a nearby street corner to watch the speedsters roar by. You can see that we didn’t bother with niceties like showering, brushing hair, or even changing the girls out of the Wela Wear dresses that they wore all day yesterday and then slept in. Meh. No one cared, and every driver waved to the little girls as they sped by, even the big burly guys:
My bro and dad were especially happy to see our little audience of four, and the girls nearly popped with excitement when #44 drove by:
After a brief break for eating, playing on the play structure, swimming, resting, and eating some more (it wasn’t really brief, I guess, since the speedster run lasted about 8 hours), we sauntered down to the finish line and hooted and clapped and cheered on the returning drivers. That lineup of cars was pretty dang cool.
And the girls got to hang out in their fave speedster:
They look pretty comfy in there, don’t they?
They got even comfier when BobBob took them for a little spin or two or three around the block (it always starts out as one ride, and then they con him into more):
Then we grabbed some Chinese food and took our tired-but-happy little girls home and slid them into bed. After spending the whole day in what felt like hundred-degree heat, they are just cooked. (Hm, so am I.) Bet they sleep in tomorrow!
Congratulations to all the speedster drivers! What a great event.