Wednesday, June 25, 2008

My Worst Weekend Ever - I Love Road America

Sorry for the delay in posting... Now, where do I begin? It was all good in theory. A condo in Sheboygan, 13 miles or so from Lake Elkhart and the track and next to the Great Lake. Comfy, huge, kitchen away from everything that could present noise pollution in the evening when for me rest is important.

It will always rain at least ONE day at Road America. Oh wait, it rained all THREE days...add in thunder, lightning, tornado warnings and you've got it all!On Wednesday, my body decided to start rejecting me. Last year, on my working trip to cover MotoGP at Mugello. I had flu that pretty much killed any chance of covering the actual race day. Oddly, here we are, roughly at the same time of year and true to form, I was designated the petri dish for some sort of human biological experiment and was hit with yet another flu attack. With that thought in mind, and on reflection it was somewhat stupid, I decided to go as planned to Road America.

Rule #1. NEVER work with a temperature. As I said, I should've stayed home. If it wasn't for the fact that had a major assignment I may well have. But being a freelance, and self employed you enter into this as a Catch 22 with the Devil. Oh well. As it turned out I was able to finish my assignment.

One thing I should mention, and one thing that always baffles me is the lack of any sort of salad at the food concession stands. For example, one stand I went to I asked for a sausage sandwich (which does confuse folks out there because they say "brawt", however, with my British West Country twang it doesn't sound right and thus I end up with some very confused I stick with the word sausage...). So I ask for the sandwich and follow it up with, "does it come with any lettuce?", "no" comes the reply. I then ask, "how about a slice of tomato?" "No", comes the reply. I then ask, "do you have any salad at all?" The reply to this question was just too funny, "oh, we have some sliced dill pickles by the mustard!" To throw a bigger spanner in the works, I then just asked to have my sausages, or "brawt's" sans bun. Which after a small discussion as to why I didn't want to have my sausages in a bun I left with my two fingers of meat and was as happy as I could be considering the circumstances.

Oh, I almost forgot to mention. Just in case having jungle fever wasn't enough, both of my Canon 1DMK2N's decided that they didn't want to work anymore, at or around Sunday lunchtime. With some creative use of the on/off switch I was able to get some acion shots, but I'd like to say a big THANK YOU to my good friend John Hanson who was kind enough to loan me one of his Nikon D2X's, I did manage to finish out the weekend.

Oh, and thank you to all those folks who saw me on TV with aforementioned D2X and sent me emails asking if I had become a switch hitter...I have to say I'm still married...

Indy MotoGP test next week. See you then.

Oh, and Danny Eslick made my weekend with this little jaunty display of odd craziness...

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