Chris and I left for Indy on Thursday, so he could race at Putnam Park on Friday and we could both race at IRP on Sunday. On the way there, the trailer holding SSONIC had a tire blow-out. Chris pulled over to the right shoulder after I called him when I saw smoke and I was further ahead of him on the left shoulder of the highway. Chris then told me I had to back up to him bacause my car had the spare and the jack. I put the car in reverse and waited for a clear shot, and floored the car backwards diagonally across the highway and down the shoulder until I reached Chris. I didn't hit anything, but my daughter about crapped her pants when we did it. Unfortunately, a cop that saw me was not impressed with my driving skills. When he started yelling at me, I told him my husband made me do it and started crying. The tears were genuine, I really didn't want a ticket! I was eventually given a warning.
Later that day, the trailer got another flat tire. We pulled into a truck stop and put fix-a-flat in it, but it just ran out where the nail in the tire was located. Chris took my car to buy more tires while I stayed with the trailer. While waiting, the Durango's horn (which was the tow vehicle)started blowing without anyone touching it for a minute straight. I told Chris about it, but it didn't seem to concern him. After we got back on the highway, the horn started blowing like he was in road-rage with everyone around him. The horn would not stop, so Chris pulled over and disconnected them. We then made it to the hotel uneventful. The next day the battery was dead, so we had to eventually replace it by the end of the Nationals.
Friday, Chris broke his posi while road-racing at Putnam, but got it fixed on Sat.
On Sunday, we raced at IRP in the 1/4 mile NO BOX division. All the other classes were 1/8 mile or 1/4 mile With BOX. Chris was out in the 1st round and had to watch me race.
The boys in my division didn't like that a girl was beating them, so they would huddle and look at me while I waited alone to kick their butts in the next round. The track guys were nice and talked to me.
One of the rounds, I got a bye for having the best reaction. The boys were not happy and asked to see the clipboard with the scores. I made it to where there was only me and 2 boys left. The track then combined our 1/4 mile NO BOX class with the 1/4 mile BOX class. I didn't think that was fair. It's like giving a math test to 2 students and allowing 1 student to use a calculator and the other student to do it by hand (teacher analogy). Well, my next round I was racing a dragster -not even a car. I don't know if he had a box or not, but I was so freaked out by the idea of NO BOX and racing the Dragster, that I red-lighted. I wasn't too bummed bacause I beat him across the line (he probably let up to save his engine though).