Forty-two...

Because this is blog entry number 42 I have decided to write about my husband's need for:

Everyone has a thing that they do to take a break from the daily grind. Everyone has a place they like to go that is a retreat from the everyday pressures of life. Some people play a round of golf, some may read a good book or take a walk. My husband straps himself into a stock car with a 5 point safety harness and speeds around a quarter mile dirt track.

This is how the car generally looks at the beginning of the season:

Sometimes it comes home looking like this:

His #1 fans are these two:
Last race of the season 2006 - Medford Oregon

And this little guy, who didn't want to get out of the driver's seat!

I have to tell a funny story about Avery in the photo above. I will never forget that night. We were sitting between turn 1 and 2 and Ron was racing on the track between turn 3 and 4. Basically, he was on the opposite side of the track. He was gaining quickly on another driver and Avery must have been watching her Dada race very closely, because all of a sudden she shouts "My Dada is passing that guy!"
Mind you, she was 2 1/2. These were her exact words. I was so impressed that she...

• was able to recognize her Dada's car that far away on the track
• was able to articulate what she saw in a full sentence
• was able to actually commentate the action on the track correctly and
• was paying that close of attention to her Dada's racecar considering it was among many other fast moving cars.

Here are just some oldies but goodies...

Although Ron has sponsers that help fund a small portion of his racing. I still claim to be his number one sponser because I hold down the fort when he is racing.