This is Hubby’s third year racing hare scrambles and cross-country (dirt bike racing over hill and dale), and this is the first time I’ve been able to go. The GNCC is big time racing (even in the amateur class). I’ve see videos (Hubby’s favorite movie night viewing. Ahem.), my DDs have autographed posters, and they’ve even been mooned by the Dunlap team. Yet, I’d never been.
Hubby’s racing buddy, Brian, Brian’s son and his fiancée and her daughter (who incidentally wants to learn to knit) met us there. They have a trailer and always camp. We love camping, but not in that crowd and not in that dust, so we stayed in a hotel. Sissies all.
Saturday, Hubby registered and we found a great place in the shade to park it and watch the youth race though the woods. No picture- too busy watching and knitting baby booties. (Yeah, like I’m going to go anywhere and not knit.)
Sunday, Hubby raced at 10am.
He was stunning, he was dashing, he made the dust fly when he sped by. And how did he place, you ask? Why last in his class, of course. He and Brian aren’t too competitive in this series except with each other, as you can tell by the water and cigar break.
The pros raced in the afternoon. That morning, the powers that be decided that it would be oh so fun to reroute the course and send them through an old house. Not straight through, mind you- into the living room,
right to the kitchen, left to the den, and right again out the back door.
Way cool. Of course we had front row seats for this. DDs did get a bit bored after a couple of hours, and we were all totally covered with reddish dirt by the end. I did eventually have to stop knitting. We lost our shade, and sweaty, dust-covered hands make for muddy booties I quickly found.
Does this count for Extreme Knitting?
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