Charlotte Motor Speedway and Me

This guy I met on the airplane was from Alaska. He works 8 weeks straight, then gets 2 weeks off hauling pieces of the Alaskan Oil Pipeline in Alaska and Canada. Not a bad gig if you like working 2 straight months of 12 hour days, 7 days a week. I'm all over it. He tells me about the Charlotte Motor Speedway and that I ought to check it out. I thought it might be cool if we (my female travel partner and I) had time during our business trip.

Little did I know, the Charlotte Motor Speedway would pick me up at the airport.

We dodged traffic like we were fleeing a comet-induced Tidal Wave only inches on our heels, tailgated as if we were to try to pick out what brand of gas the car underneath us was running, and consistently arrived at the TV station intact. I am utterly amazed.

Gentlemen...if you travel with a woman and she drives, ask to see her papers and credentials. Make sure her shots are up to date and that she's not certifiable...and that she's not closely related to Jeff Gordon, the patron Saint of Carolina.

This topic should generate sufficient hate mail.