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withdiamonds at 04:39pm on 31/05/2010
withdiamonds at 04:39pm on 31/05/2010William Rast had a car in the Indianopolis 500 yesterday. Next thing you know, Justin will be driving in the race. I'm sure he'd be good at it.
Back in the day, my first husband - aka my high school boyfriend - and his family were big Indy 500 fans. I've been married to two people from Indiana (I KNOW!) but Larry's always been only mildly interested. Fully informed, of course, but not interested enough to get in the car and go to the Speedway when we lived in Dayton.
Lyle and his family, however, drove from Cincinnati to Indy the first weekend of May for the first day of qualifying every year without fail. For the nine years we were together, I went too. Lyle's mom would make fried chicken - they were very superstitious and fried chicken warded off the rain - and we'd drive to Indy, pay $10 to park in someone's front yard close to the Speedway, and then sit in the car and wait for the rain to stop.
Every once in a while, Lyle's dad would poke his head out and say, "I think it's clearing up over there." Eventually it would stop and they'd get the track dried off and time trials would start. Once I saw a funnel cloud approaching as we sat in the stands, but it veered off in another direction.
I loved every second of it. There was something about the sound of those engines. Lyle's dad used to hang out at the tracks back when the drivers were all either from Indiana or Texas, instead of Brazil and Australia, and he knew a lot about it all. He and I used to argue about A.J. Foyt all the time. I still maintain the man is a big cheater.
We went to one race, in 1969. Mario Andretti won. Time trials were more fun than the race, I think. Certainly less hassle.
All of this is my tl;dr way of saying I would have liked Marco Andretti to win yesterday.
Larry and I are trying to adjust to the idea that our summer isn't going to go as anticipated. Adam and Colleen will be here in three days instead of two months. We've been rubbing along together quite nicely for a while now, just the two of us. Well, the six of us if you count Neville, Lucy, Buster and Fred. Which I do. We've managed to get to where we can speak affectionately to each other and not just civilly, or barely that, biting our tongues or walking out of the room. We enjoy each others' company again. It's taken a while and been a long process, but the nineteen months we've been alone have helped.
But it'll be okay. Larry's been driving Adam's car and now he needs to get one of his own. Yesterday he was all pissy about that, but it's only a couple of months early and today he admitted that it wasn't the end of the world. *rolls eyes*
It'll be fine, and I'm more worried about Adam right now. We'll just see how things go when they get home. I have no idea what they're planning to do, and I suspect they don't either.
I switched out a lot "" of icons yesterday. Sadly, I removed a lot of my popslash ones. I've been saving icons by the ton, and have a zillion of them in a folder. I decided it was time. I'm not done, but I'm happy with the ones I've uploaded so far.
Back in the day, my first husband - aka my high school boyfriend - and his family were big Indy 500 fans. I've been married to two people from Indiana (I KNOW!) but Larry's always been only mildly interested. Fully informed, of course, but not interested enough to get in the car and go to the Speedway when we lived in Dayton.
Lyle and his family, however, drove from Cincinnati to Indy the first weekend of May for the first day of qualifying every year without fail. For the nine years we were together, I went too. Lyle's mom would make fried chicken - they were very superstitious and fried chicken warded off the rain - and we'd drive to Indy, pay $10 to park in someone's front yard close to the Speedway, and then sit in the car and wait for the rain to stop.
Every once in a while, Lyle's dad would poke his head out and say, "I think it's clearing up over there." Eventually it would stop and they'd get the track dried off and time trials would start. Once I saw a funnel cloud approaching as we sat in the stands, but it veered off in another direction.
I loved every second of it. There was something about the sound of those engines. Lyle's dad used to hang out at the tracks back when the drivers were all either from Indiana or Texas, instead of Brazil and Australia, and he knew a lot about it all. He and I used to argue about A.J. Foyt all the time. I still maintain the man is a big cheater.
We went to one race, in 1969. Mario Andretti won. Time trials were more fun than the race, I think. Certainly less hassle.
All of this is my tl;dr way of saying I would have liked Marco Andretti to win yesterday.
Larry and I are trying to adjust to the idea that our summer isn't going to go as anticipated. Adam and Colleen will be here in three days instead of two months. We've been rubbing along together quite nicely for a while now, just the two of us. Well, the six of us if you count Neville, Lucy, Buster and Fred. Which I do. We've managed to get to where we can speak affectionately to each other and not just civilly, or barely that, biting our tongues or walking out of the room. We enjoy each others' company again. It's taken a while and been a long process, but the nineteen months we've been alone have helped.
But it'll be okay. Larry's been driving Adam's car and now he needs to get one of his own. Yesterday he was all pissy about that, but it's only a couple of months early and today he admitted that it wasn't the end of the world. *rolls eyes*
It'll be fine, and I'm more worried about Adam right now. We'll just see how things go when they get home. I have no idea what they're planning to do, and I suspect they don't either.
I switched out a lot "" of icons yesterday. Sadly, I removed a lot of my popslash ones. I've been saving icons by the ton, and have a zillion of them in a folder. I decided it was time. I'm not done, but I'm happy with the ones I've uploaded so far.
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