Well hello again. It has been a while, but I haven't had anything to
say--yeah right. Truth be told I never write about stuff around home.
Period. But, we are not at home now. We are at a Good Sam's Rally in
Daytona, Florida located in the infield of Daytona Motorspeedway. And
yes, I have seen a couple "In Rememberance of #3 Dale Earnhardt" signs.
Geez Louise will these people ever give up? Ding, ding, ding, the
answer is no. I equate those Earnhardt folks with the women that drive
wittle minivans with "Soccer Mom" bumperstickers. In the first case,
those folks likely never got closer to Earnhardt than their TV screen
and should get a life. In the later case, those people should find
something more constructive to refer to themselves and should also get a life. I must say I am
thankful for both cases, because I can start my fun poking session
right off the bat. Let's talk more about the rally.
This rally
has tons of RV related manufacturers in attendance including every
motorhome made. This is truly something to see if you like RVs. As far
as my eye (my good eye) can see there are RVs parked with colorful people
walking around. And the best part is that I am one of the youngest people here. Yeah buddy.
RVers are known for being cheap or rather a small group of them have
exemplified that behavior which ultimately resulted in the majority
being given a label. Regardless, the idjits are plentiful and give me
lots of funny ammunition to talk about in the blog.
Yesterday
we registered for the rally at the registration area located in the
race car inspectors building. The event staff gave us an armful of
printed crap about the rally and one of the pieces was a couple numbers
printed on huge stickers that said "find your matching number and get a
free prize" or some nonsense along those lines.I knew as soon as I saw the stickers that this was going to make the blog. Well here it is. The free prize so eloquently referred to is a stupid t-shirt that I wouldn't walk
across the street to pee on to put it out if it were ablaze. But everyone was asked to
wear the stickers and look for their matching numbers on the other
morons wearing the numbers. Now you probably guessed The Big Ole Dumb
Southern Boy ain't wearing any stupid sticker and neither is The Queen of
the Big Ole Dumb Southern Boy's Doublewide. But as you can guess lots
of people did and some actually carried ignorance to an American Idol
level. One woman walked up to me and shouted a number in my face and
said something trailer trashy about being her match. I thought that my
only match with her would be my big ole hairy butt and her face, but my big ole hairy butt had less hair than the monkey butt that she called a face. This woman probably was in the Dale
Earnhardt trailer. What compels a woman to obsess over a t-shirt other
than stupidity or Jim Beam? Holy moly, I would have to remove half my
brain to be married to her.
Tomorrow, I am going to walk the
raceway's track which is only about 3.5 miles. That is less than my
daily walk so it shouldn't be too much trouble other than the 30 degree
banked turns. Yes, ladies and gentleman, I did say 30 degree paved turns
and that is physics at its best. The Love Boat is moored about 100
yards from the track's finish line in the infield. I think the road we
abut (no abut not my big ole hairy butt) is part of the motorcycle or
infield racing track. Beats me how that works, however, the inner track
is now the walking path for the attendees going to and from their
Earnhardt decorated manufactured mobile housing units. This huge track
is a little town all to itself with Yankees, Big ole Dumb Southern
boys, Doublewide Queens, every breed of dog ever known, and idjits with
Earnhardt and "Are You My Match" stickers as inhabitants. For a guy
like me with a sense of humor this place is superb.
In case
you picked up on the reference to The Love Boat, yes we are in old
motorhome. The new motorhome is moored in Raleigh and mired in a lawsuit
to which I cannot discuss. I can say that the new motorhome's odometer
was tampered with. I can't discuss this further until after the lawyers
finish. I will gladly name names later.
Kenny Rogers is
the entertainment tonight and Reba McEntire is tomorrow. I am going to
carry my camera today because I don't have words to describe some of the
stuff that I see. Oh, I have not seen a BO for prez bumpersticker in
the entire area but dozens of Romney ads.
Bye for now.
